NO, I ALREADY BLED
ON THE FIELD
I don't know why I ever joined this
Johnney Reb outfit. I could have
stayed in Carolina with Ella Jane
and stayed happy plugging holes.
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My spirit wreaks havoc with my
heart, and I think that's my lower
jaw on the ground. I'm hurting like
a sluice in a gully, but Death is
no stranger to me.
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No stranger 'than' me, either. My
history is very short: I was born
in a July I hardly remember, and
at 17 I took this shot to the face
on a field I don't know of.
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