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The fun of posting messages!

When ever I have some time to spare
I always know that I can always share
My thoughts and feelings with others, where
We spam and joke, and sometimes fight
There's never a dull moment, from morning to night

The topics are varied and sometimes crazy
But it's our forum and we like it cool and lazy
We can discuss the games or even our lives
Our schools, our friends or even our wives
Discuss problems technical, or even our strife

The Moderators and Admin are there for the needy
Sometimes we think it's them who sound seedy
There's mOOspam, flaming and other conversations
There are people from all over of every persuasion
But all are welcome to join in participation

Where is this paradise? This heaven on earth?
This community of likeminded people of worth?
The answer is simple, I'm sure you will agree
It's RADEN and the DGN forums, this you will see
So come all and join us, "The Salt of the Earth"

ODE TO WESTWOOD

To play, or not to play?, It isn't really a question
For many years and many tears, the period of gestation
They plan the games and suffer, many kinds of frustration
The players wait impatiently, but knowing, as they should
That Westwood will as always, deliver the best of goods
At last it comes and it gets showered with congratulations
No matter what kind of game you play, they only make the best
Because Westwood knows the players wont, settle for anything less
So come all you lovers of the games, and give them three big cheers
And pray one and all that Westwood, will be around for many years

AT HOME 

At home the game lies waiting
For me to play the hero
But here I am at work
Respect for my skills is zero

At home my strategies are winners
And playing is all the fun
At work no one cares for games
Just make sure the work is done

At home my time is all my own
And while playing I'm King of the Hill
But here at work I'm just a drone
Because someone has to pay the bill

GI BLUES

Stamp the boots
Learn to shoot
Backbone starch
Endless march
Early mornings
Aches, no warning
Drill all day
Not much pay
Sergeants shout
Run about
Leave is great
With your mate
Back too soon
Parade 'till noon
This is army life
Army is my wife

False Perceptions

The wind was gentle as a sigh
And clouds, like sadness, drifted by
All was quite as a lover's dream
But things are never what they seem

White doves were cooing as they flew
To where the trees were heavy with dew
It appeared to be a peaceful scene
But things are never what they seem

A little brook meandered around
Even the insects made no sound
The peacocks, their feathers did preen
But things are never what they seem

The soldier on lookout gazed around
And saw how peaceful lay the ground
The bees, their pollen from flowers gleaned
But things are never what they seem

A shot rang out, and the lookout fell
The silence shattered in that dell
The soldier will never know his dream
Because things are never what they seem

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