To my wounded soldiers

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To my wounded soldiers

To my wounded soldiers prepare to fight. for you have arrive at your darkest night with the battlefield raging, with dust in the air your enemies are surrounding you everywhere. with trouble and danger on every side, you must keep focus in order to stay alive. but keep right on praying for darkness to pass away, while i pray that you will live to see the sun rise another day. just please remember your love ones and friends who are standing by your side, and praying each day that you will survive. you are truly americas honor hope and pride. So hold your head up very high . the lord shall deliver you from any harm, he shall protect you from this deadly desert storm. So just stand strong and keep holding on to your faith, you shall return home to your family whole and safe.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

centrella’s Poems (9)

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To my wounded soldiers 0
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