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Glad to have you on board.
I'm glad you are aboard. Welcome!
Just remember one thing. I'm the self-appointed, unofficial therapist for this site. There are some real wacko's on this site. Or should I say Psycho-Vets ! Be Careful! Keith |
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We are to, Also.
Welcome Nancy, I am the chief Psyco Vet and official greeter. OK now tell the truth, your real name is MaGill, but you call yourself LiL, But everone knows you as Nancy.
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Nancy
Welcome to the site. Looking forward to your posts and somemore of your great poetry.
Doc: A GREAT memorial to your friend. You're talented, Bro. Here's one of mine to share. Who Are You? My Johnny, he came Home today, From that foreign war, so far away. And now my love, you're Home to stay. That's okay. My Johnny, he came Home today. Where are your legs, with which you run, When first you went to carry a gun? I believe our Dancin' Days are done. That's okay. My Johnny, he came Home today. Where are the eyes with which you smiled, When my poor heart, you first beguiled? Why did you have to leave Me and the Child? That's okay. My Johnny, he came Home today. Where is your kiss, so warm and dear? Why are your eyes still filled with Fear? I sense your Pain, but see no tear. That's okay. My Johnny, he came Home today. Why do you sit in your chair on wheels, Unwilling to tell me how It feels? Deep in your eyes, I glimpse the Wound that never heals. Something is NOT okay. DID my Johnny come Home today? Tom I wrote this poem a couple of years ago while thinking of a guy in my platoon that stepped on a mine on a rice paddy dike somewhere around Duc Pho.
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Sandstorms. I am humbled by y'alls talent. You touch the heart.
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Oh m'gosh! I didn't know there was so much talent in here. Tom, you paint a tragic and heartbreaking scenario. 'Tis so so sad, the effects of war on many of our veterans. It just makes me want to cry. Thanks for sharing.
PHO127....aka Chief Psyco Vet, thanks for the warning. I'll be sure to keep my eye on you. *cheezy grin* Here's a poem I wrote in November. It was inspired from an actual battle event. With huggzz to all, I am Nancy Fifteen Meters to Heroism and Counting The explosion! The odor of cordite still stinging the air, Troopers on the ground, hunkered here and there, Hot, sweating. . .expecting the small arms fire, Mentally preparing for all hell to transpire. The tracer round! Hearts pounding as, suddenly, one rose, A triggered frag grenade stuck to his clothes, As he broke into a run, frantically tearing at his vest, Yelling, "Grenade!" as it bounced against his chest. Nancy L. Meek ~ November 21, 2004 |
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Nancy
These guys are OK but, you havn't seen talent till you met me Bob K
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LOL.......Is that dancing banana a sample of your talents? Nice rythm.
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Welocme Nancy glad you are aboard
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Welcome Aboard !!!
Larry
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welcome Nancy
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