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Feb 2015
****** night, Stormy night
Soilders perishing
Cannons firing
No one is reviving
And the sound of people crying
No one knows how this started
But there's a lot of blood flying
Airstrikes bombing
Gunshots flying
Its all really terrifying
All peace and hope has been lost
When Cannon shots start multiplying!
Written by
Aiden James Roten  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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   Michael Burkholder and torrey
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