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  • Artist Info: im james olsen fresno california im not in a relationship and im gonna go into the military and im a foster kid because i was abused as a kid <br />
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    the people on my profile are to be treated like gods and godesses at all times!!!<br />
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    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, <br />
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, <br />
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs <br />
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge. <br />
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots <br />
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; <br />
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots <br />
    Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. <br />
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    GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, <br />
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; <br />
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling <br />
    And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- <br />
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light <br />
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. <br />
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    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, <br />
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. <br />
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    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace <br />
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in, <br />
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, <br />
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; <br />
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood <br />
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, <br />
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud <br />
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- <br />
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest <br />
    To children ardent for some desperate glory, <br />
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est <br />
    Pro patria mori.<br />
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    When I came out of my mother's womb,<br />
    I found myself in a delivery room.<br />
    All bloody and wet I repelled to the floor,<br />
    cut the umbilical and crawled to the door.<br />
    Cruise the ward and I'm a looking good,<br />
    baby little marine like I should.<br />
    Camouflage diaper, black baby shoes,<br />
    butter knife sword, baby dress blues.<br />
    Hum-v stroller, tricycle tank,<br />
    three diaper pins on my collar for rank.<br />
    Down the hall I heard some crying like heck,<br />
    walked right in called attention on deck.<br />
    I said listen up wimps I'm in command,<br />
    all your cryin' and sniveling I will not stand.<br />
    They said aye aye sir and I had it made,<br />
    I was commanding officer of the baby brigade. <br />
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