Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Lost Son Comments

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Lost hope heartless those hoof beats pound.
Raising the dust form these red clay grounds.
Chasing the federals like demon hell hounds.
To the city of Chattanooga.
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jack green
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Valerie Dohren 06 December 2012

And the world never learns, still it goes on fighting and killing - mans inhumanity to man. Excellent write Jack.

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Willie Dixon 02 December 2012

You truly have a talent for writting poems, great job, good subject and well written.........William

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Walterrean Salley 11 November 2012

An inexhaustible theme. There's much to be said about this subject. If it were not for the sacrifice of such men and women, where would we, or our nation be? Without them, what would become of us? We owe immeasurable gratitude. A befitting tribute. Though sad, you have done a remarkable job here Jack. Thank you.

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Terry O'leary 07 November 2012

I like this work very much, Jack. The feeling and the horror and insanity of it all shine through... Terry

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