American Anthem

Am I the moon so soft, so understanding or the sun desperate to be seen? Night's gone too soon her memory never ending sharpened gun with head wounds unclean. The old platoon war like sexual petting pretending nun a commander's dean ... who lights her room with heat in no way lending want to run this new light is mean. There is no moon lost without understanding her song is done it's pages unseen. Kerry Ann Herrmann

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