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One Hundred Years On

Here they Lye our Fatefull dead . Over the top and into Hell . These once green fields Ripped Apart and Family’s waited with broken hearts . All once pals like Flys they dropped. What is Humanity in all this Insanity . Not even a bird can sing them a song . News from wars not good . Let’s nip all wars in the bud . Bring back trust with an open Heart . Our forces will never Depart from keeping us safe and protecting you . No matter what hurdle is thrown in their way . It will never be too much and get in the way . Numerous Threats and challenges borne . Our fallen heroes will never die in Our hearts . They challenged us to live and not tear one Apart . To be there when needed Forgive and to start Thinking about all others with an open heart .

A poem by A Coldwell my son

◄ How Far Can One Go

Poor Donald ►

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