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By Daemon Micks
Not everyone can be home for the holidays. This poem describes the situation that a close friend and many Active Servicemen face and feel during the holidays.
DO NOT BASH THIS OR YOU WILL BE REPORTED
I have no clue hahah.
Wow, man, IDK, It just happend like two babies making love, AHHH!
feeling good isn't always what you think it is.
Short Story | Updated Sep 12, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Verry short, on criticism.
By The Great Commacancha
this was the first poem i ever wrote by myself. i think its in a book somewhere that a friend of a friend published, but im not too sure.
By the Grave, there we sat down, Yea, we wept, when we remember her.