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Your fatal wounds and soul's dis-membership from your body is not apparent... As the parade passes I remember you as you looked on the finest day of your life... That is the image etched in my memories, like you are in the midst of your finest day... Politicians lead the parades waving to the masses from luxurious limos... We elected them and they channel our focus as if to say; "I am what this day is all about". Our democratic institutions remain strong thanks to sacrificial veterans... What does my loved one have to do with that ugly toad? I hate that man. Was it his vote that condemned my son to an early grave? Get away! Don't steal the sunshine from my son's face with your small shadow. Tom Jones: Green Grass of Home jbm Veterans Day 1987 NYC
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Veterans Day
Your fatal wounds and soul's dis-membership from your body is not apparent... As the parade passes I remember you as you looked on the finest day of your life... That is the image etched in my memories, like you are in the midst of your finest day... Politicians lead the parades waving to the masses from luxurious limos... We elected them and they channel our focus as if to say; "I am what this day is all about". Our democratic institutions remain strong thanks to sacrificial veterans... What does my loved one have to do with that ugly toad? I hate that man. Was it his vote that condemned my son to an early grave? Get away! Don't steal the sunshine from my son's face with your small shadow. Tom Jones: Green Grass of Home jbm Veterans Day 1987 NYC
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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