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Leaves from the vine falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells difting in the pond
As warm summers wind comes to a new
Little soldier boy comes marching home
Brave soldier boy comes marching home
L is greater than or equal to D
for L is equal to life
and D is equal to death
Her
Her eyes are bluer than the open sea.
The smile is like the sunset on this earth.
And the sight it blinds my eyes for, I see
The gentleness if her is from birth.

But soft was that of her quell lips on mine.
With the twinkle in her eyes was a flash.
Yet the taste in her mouth was that sweet wine.
With her nice and strong legs she runs a dash.

The amorous way she feels for I,
Is the same way I feel of her, I do.
I'll get her stuff in a blink of an eye,
Like to get her favorite food oh stew.

Although we love each other, it will last.
Dear lord I just hope it will be a blast.
This poem was an assignment in summer school and I really enjoyed writing.
I hope you do to
I see her then
I saw her later
And she will always,
be in my heart
But my heart is andwill forever
be broken for all time

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