Armed Forces At War

The stars are brite

    The stripes are shinny

    The ground is rough

     Thier riffles are noisy

     The buildings are fallen down

      The tankers are in control

      The ships are on target

      The planes are flying low

      Looking forward of returning home

      with loving hearts.

  5/17/05
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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