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Jul 2016
On ill fated winds
came the sound of Guns,

Guns that took millions
of lives so Young,

Young were the boys
fresh from mother’s Arms,

Arms that now yearn
for a million lost Sons,

Sons who will never
live till theyΒ΄re Old,

Old... as those ill fated winds.
Tom Balch
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Tom Balch
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