Greg Dickerson's Writings
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Poem
Feb.07.2013
Nine teen eighty two
The few, the proud, a marine
Marine Corps boot camp
They try to break you
Tear you down to build you up
Can’t if your mind works
Many young men fall
Into the macho mind game
I already knew me
The Marine image
I wanted to make the team
To see if I could
Seemed important
The shows I grew up watching
John Wayne...
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Poem
Feb.02.2013
No Banner but the Sky
The stars are all out and so is the moon
As a warm gentle wind breezes in June
I look at the sky and wonder aloud
What have I done that can be thought of as...
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About Greg
I am an unpublished author with a 70,000 word manuscript that is still in the refining stage and would like to join Red Room and be part of a writing community to blog sections of the work to get critiques and input on the work from people who enjoy writing...