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Dish washing fingers
met ironing scars
upon a gardening cut
then scratches from our doors
and open bloody sores
for I’ve been away
while my darling does the chores
best be silent now
as honey’s in the wars

Angry, tired, cross
down on my rent
low on cash
helpless and spent
keeping out of sight
running from the law
fighting with my darling
now honey’s in the wars

Need a break in the weather
catch a bird in flight
drive into tomorrow
far from guns at night
whose echo hurts my loved one
her beautiful naked site
searching for me now
to look beyond the flaws
to kiss away the grazes
and silence all the wars