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War; what is it good for? Land mines and bombs on time P.O.W’s with their backs to the wall, Killed them all. Machine guns...
But what if my pencil breaks? Does that make my stories fake? What if it was an honest mistake? Am I now evil, am I now a fool.
My pencil writes down what I think, but also what I see and what I fear What I hear and what is near And what is far as the stars.