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Jan 2016
Calloused hands grip the golden shine of pride.
A dull green barrell, and three shining plugs.

Thank you.

White hair receding back to yester years.
Memories standing strong on the front line.
No tears.

Thank you for your service.

Sitting in a rocking chair,
watching the birds flutter past the glass.

A long life lived,
a short life passed.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   --- and Bryan Omar
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