The blood drips, down his lifeless lips.
The bullets in his crushed, mushy chest,
Gives proof that the flag was still there.
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Submitted:May 30, 2012 Reads: 9 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
The blood drips, down his lifeless lips.
The bullets in his crushed, mushy chest,
Gives proof that the flag was still there.
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