20 minutes to sleep
Away 12 hours of go
Smoke um if you got um
Became close um if you can
20 minutes
I don’t count sheep
I count clips
Right hand pocket, belt, left and right pant pocket, strap
Time to go
Are you ready?
No sir
Do you want to go home?
No sir
20 minutes to sleep
Away 15 hours of go
I give up 3 for a text to her
I’m ok
I’ll be home soon
17 minutes
I don’t count sheep
I count arms
One under the shoulder, one on the hip, one on the ankle, one slung across the back
Time to go
Are you ready?
Yes sir
Do you want to go home?
Yes sir
20 minutes to sleep
Away 18 hours of go
I give up 1 for her
Thumbs up, I am still ok
19 minutes to sleep
I don’t count sheep
I count days
Days till I am home
1 day, 2 day, 3 day, shit
Time to go
Are you ready?
Yes sir
Do you want to go home?
Yes sir
18 hours to sleep
Away the plane trip home
I give it all up
To sit with my brothers
18 hours to sleep
I don’t count sheep
I count the flags
Over the boxes
That are going home with me
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Kavi Warrick
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