Grandma said
the poor go first,
kids like me,
she said–
if the war
don’t end–
but I was
too delicate,
too pretty,
too likely to kiss
the ‘gook’
if he was
cute.
Rob Goldstein, March 2019
Rob Goldstein, March 2019
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So glad you didn’t go. Wish no one had.
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Hi Linda. I was about to send a worried email to you. For some mysterious reason, I couldn’t find your blog. I hope all is well.
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Super poem, artwork and the right music to go with.
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Thanks Paula. It’s a gritty song.
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Its a great composition of different artwor. Love it! Michel
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Love the poem! I love the Monkees, too.
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This was clever, fun and cool!
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Thank you. I enjoyed working on the image.
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Thank you, I’m glad you like the poem. I like the music the Monkees wrote for Head.
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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