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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Veterans

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A fine yet solemn morning tussled amongst autumns lisp. A gentleman aged 86 on a corner begging, desperately trying to pay in jest, the bills of weaning utilities he feels he must. Labor to pay the ransom demanded. How is this aged man to pay without laborwithout faith? Treason I believe it is to force an honored veteran to beg or lay. A debt of sacrifice in his past defrayed. Why has no one stood up to pay this honored man respect today? A creeping man of age and strength has bowed and put aside his pride instead. Brother John I walk in your stead to bring you aid and piece of mind. Do n...

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