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When my feet touch the grass In the place I call home, My reception will not be that at all, But a valediction.
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Valediction
When my feet touch the grass In the place I call home, My reception will not be that at all, But a valediction.
A poem for my brothers and sisters I serve with. This place will never leave my heart, no matter how hard I try to tear the two apart.
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
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