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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tomorrow: 2 of 91

"He Wont See Tomorrrow" Spindling away, with tattered dreams, impending future, life tearing at the seams. He spent all his time, making me smile, I still see him here, I live in denial. Why do I continue on, while he is silenced forever, Why didn't I cherish, the time spent together? He fought for our country, the red, white, and blue. He fought for our freedom, and for me and you. So why did he, have to die as well, like his comrades in arms, over there in hell. He will never see the sun, never see it shine, but I'll still be here, in the morning time.
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