Thursday, February 14, 2008

Planting Life In A Battlefield Comments

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The smoke came from the burning trees as we marched ahead.
Victorious we marched though tired and cold, the mud was all around.
Me and him with her were walking, but she knew what we intend.
Suddenly, he stopped. She knelt on her knees; eyes both were closed.
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Osama Aldeyasty
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