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The People of the Planet LoonThe people of the Planet Loon
Can drive a guy raving mad.
This happens allot there,
its a planet with not one decent lad.
They're an awful planet
they lie and cheat and steel
they say "thanks" much less than "Damnit"
and had the gun before the wheel.
The Galactic Bureaucracy:Ch1-3Chapter 1: Entering the Story
The beginning of spring. A rebirth of innocence and a fresh beginning to neglect of the past. Though very pleasing knowing that all that was once dead and gray will now soon be painted with every undiscovered hue of life. I think its the idea that its a new start makes our brains feel the need to leave the past behind us, even the necessary things we must do to sustain our existence.
It was the middle of May and the weather maintained a constant pleasantness about it. Today was particularly nice, the temperature was perfect, the sky was clear, and the sun was slowly setting. It was a night that made you want to go outside and take advantage of it anyway you could think of. Unfortunately it seemed almost impossible to move, like a great sense of fatigue had taken hold of my entire body. This sense felt quite universal, as if even the trees would not have swayed willingly to the strongest winds. This was not a problem, seeing as all winds anywh
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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