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My Fallen Friend

The day you walked through the door and looked at me You stole my heart at a simple glance The fluffy, golden fur was the first thing for...

Death of a Friend

Guilt bites deep into my beating heart I should have been there, I should have saved you There were always signs but I chose to ignore...

Honoring the Left-Handed

For centuries, seen as bad Changes forced upon the young Left hand punished, teacher glad For those forced to change it's the saddest...

A Letter to the Fallen

In memory of Lance Corporal Michael West 1892-1918 aged 26. You heard your countries call You stood before the flag and gave an oath For...

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