In this world

Many faces blend together in the croud.
Many voices blend together become loud.
Drops in the ocean of time and space.
We are among the human race.
Who we are is what we’re made of
ash and dust and clay.
In the end what we are made of
will all be taken away.

In this world

ripplefix

Joined February 2008

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This is a sad poem about the military

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