Ex-Fusilier & Striker

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It comes as no surprise when he decides
to opt for an u-turn. The road ahead
is black with ice, and now the snow arrives:
reminds him of minefields. When in Iraq
he lost his place in the soccer team.
He grits his teeth when the phantom bites
and gnaws the plastic shin below the stump.

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Wow.
Wow, wow, wow.
The emotion in this poem is like a punch to the gut. Thank you for writing.

Hey, Signe

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Thanks for the wows! You’ve got me thinking that I might be doing something right! Cheers!

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