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Aug 2016
They drank steadily throughout the day,
cheering and laughing heartily
every chance that came their way.
Gun slung low,
and caught off guard
the first one died
smiling and proud.
The echo of that shot
still rings in their ears,
eternally solidifying
that day in fear,
for the lad's
dear comrades,
every time
they taste beer.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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