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Fell and Forgotten
FELL AND FORGOTTEN On the shores of a faraway land death came as a burst to the head About him hosts more fell to the sea Blood and Flesh washed stone cold over bleak waves Only a youth in only a day came to became so sad this day But few saw though all did care there as little else but…. fall None in these wastes ever knew this name, nor even a face, no no longer Night fell now whence a melodic somber lament amidst a strangely dark cloud....... ALL: we can never forget who had fell, why had fell how much was lost at each fell... ALL: so we forged a marble tower gleaming in bright suns sobbing in darkened rains... His name etched for all to see in a place all could see for a time all could recall forever, But, only in the flesh of my heart does he truly remembered. (for r.l. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS, FELL EVER, NORMANDY, FRANCE, JUNE 06. 1940) (In the canyons of my youth, I, we, a young man just 18 of his years, a small walk with his wee white dog 'Fluffy' a short jaunt in his slate car extended an everlasting image, I recall little else save his endearing smile)
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