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I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave
Was it famine or scurvy — I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave

—The Carpathian Frontier,
October, 1968          —for my
Once, in a foreign country,
I was suddenly ill

A clip of thinder ever the reeftips
sends like a bimb going iff!
My hurt thimps in my chist.
It’s dirk. The clods are block with reen.