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Wednesday 27 May 2015

ANZAC Poem

The Great Wars come to Life
Each soldier destroyed by strife
The light starts to fade
and the dark starts to shade
There’s no where to hide and nowhere to run
Too late the war had already begun
Bombs, guns and weapons go off and kill
as you see the soldiers suddenly lay still
A month then turns into long years
seems like no end to all the tears
All Memories being destroyed
No where you can avoid
RUN! RUN! RUN!
BOOM and you're done.

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