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Torn, yet this stretch of night Is not counterfeit to the eyes. Purple heart bluffs, as ides Of each month come hastily by. Men of conquest, men of honor, A call to glory is a call to clangor. Yet still is the restless nightmare Alive for the wounded warrior.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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Torn, yet this stretch of night Is not counterfeit to the eyes. Purple heart bluffs, as ides Of each month come hastily by. Men of conquest, men of honor, A call to glory is a call to clangor. Yet still is the restless nightmare Alive for the wounded warrior.
Please remember The Wounded Warrior Project.
jamie-l-cantore
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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