The Final Salute

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A army of flowers, yield
to the sun, the sky spits
the rain, and the lord
fills it with love.
A army of flowers, yawning
by a stream, this is GODS
paradise, not the devels
perverted dream.
A army of flowers, auction
off this love, thank you
she says, , , and gives the
final salute

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Alice Vedral Rivera 14 February 2006

Excellent write. avr

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Sandra Fowler 14 February 2006

The beauty of finality...only a very skilled wordsmith could have constructed this excellent poem. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 14 February 2006

Hi David. (GOD'S) paradise perhaps? This poem reminds me of Arlington Cemetery with its sea of head stones and honor. As a war vet...although this poem mentions nothing of the military, you have captured that essence. That's incredible. Thanks. OH...(devil's) L

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