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| A poetry Web site | ||
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| The hard days seem long, | ||
| but the lonely nights are longer, | ||
| when you aren't with us, | ||
| and the sun has gone down. | ||
| You have sworn allegiance | ||
| and a pledge to the king, | ||
| and you must fight to | ||
| finish his foreign dream. | ||
| The children miss you, and I | ||
| set a blank plate at each meal. | ||
| I pray you will come home alive, | ||
| and not meet the heathen steel. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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