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Springtime Fallen Leaf

A Poem by w

Some are lost before we know them

The many, The downcast, The Children

A Poem by w

"The few, The proud, The Marines"

Gone

A Poem by w

We used to meet,but never eat,at White Castleon Monmouth street.Now it's just a lotwith s**t and squatwhere poor kids playin holey socks.At home Reap ..

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