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Nov 2016
When my feet touch the grass

In the place I call home,

My reception will not be that at all,

But a valediction.
A poem for my brothers and sisters I serve with. This place will never leave my heart, no matter how hard I try to tear the two apart.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
(30/M/Back home where I belong)   
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