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Picnic On A Monday In May

I had held my insides in my hands
for sunlight to see like folded flag,
red, white and blue.

That was then. Now, long gone are my fatigues.
See, I'm dressed just like you.
Pass ketchup to me, and I'm eyeing that corn too.

Pain I've left far behind, but the memory
I'm glad here you've taken time to find,

haven't you?
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Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: memorial day,remember,remembrance,soldier
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