Posted: 2/9/2006 8:36:17 AM EDT
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Terrorism Fear, I want to keep loved ones near. So they know no fear. Dread, Am I sick in the head? I feel I will be dead. If we do not put this war to bed. Joy, For all the young and old The ones who are brave and bold. Gratitude, For all the service men and women, Alive or dead, They remain always in our heads. Terrorism takes your joy and happiness Leaving only doubt and fear, But I am hear to tell you What we have instead, Is joy and love in our heads Gratitude in our hearts. Brave, Strong, These are our boys and girls at arms, Defending our country instead of working on farms Thank you for all you do I have joy and gratitude because of you. Airika Freundlich Copy Wright 2006  
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You've duped yourself? ar15.com/forums/topic.html?b=1&f=5&t=435552 |
My poetry was requested by other members I am not putting it hear for browney points or cookies I am a published poet because of hard work and determination. That is what this post was all about. Thanks for the sarcastic offer.
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Images by Tyrone Greene: Dark and lonely on the summer night. Kill my landlord, kill my landlord. Watchdog barking - Do he bite? Kill my landlord, kill my landlord. Slip in his window, break his neck! Then his house I start to wreck! Got no reason -- what the heck! Kill my landlord, kill my landlord. C-I-L-L my landlord! Def! |
Wow that is very good. Thank you for sharing.
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