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When I look at the flag
and I see the color red,
It reminds me of the Soldiers
and all the blood that they shed.
When I look at the blue
it's like looking at the sky.
Then I think of the Soldiers
and how so many had to die.
When I look at the stars
and I see the color white,
I picture all the young Soldiers
who must have died in the night.
When I look at the flag
I feel a sadness deep inside,
As I think of grieving mothers
who held Old Glory as they cried.
When I look at the flag
it goes beyond red, white, and blue.
I see loving husbands and sons
that gave their lives for me and you.
When I look at the flag
a million thoughts go racing by,
As I thank God for America
and all the Soldiers who had to die. |
| By Kathy | |
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| drugs rot the brain and the soul of french frys...haHAHAHAHAHA
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| Once there was a boy with a golden bat...
dead puppys...
maddhatter |
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| man I really hate this place and everthing around me...I look and see that no one really cares they just want a piece of me...I run to saftey, only for it to fall out from under me...suddenly theres a ray of light...Its so beutiful and bright that no can help but be pulled to it...in all its might and wisdom there is only one chance to grab it and hold on forever...damn I think I missed it...it's to bottomless abyss for me now...so wrong but I can't help it...I just want you to be mine... |
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| well I guess since Xanga dosen't like me then I hate politicans...fuck them all and don't poo in the street...the pigs of townsquare don't really like that...
seriously...they don't at all |
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