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Apr 2017
the water flows in the little river.
not very fast so you can see the rocks on the bottom.
as you walk this river you see change that is a fear.
the river changes to red what a deed/
for the red is blood of a solider that died............
a blood red for freedom given
many have come and many have gone.
but the blood flows in this red river.of war blood.
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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