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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust next to a uniform lined with medals She watched him shine them, he'd make such a fuss, so thankful he'd returned from the battles Eyes closed, giggling as she's swept in his arms she knows they'll be happy a good long while Him not being short on good looks or charms She knows at her end she'll still wear a smile..... The war years seemed like only yesterday; he looks at the coat and tarnished medal Eyes closed, here she's laid many a birthday; he could never help her fight this battle A faint smile pon her lips; he understands ...so many years he's prayed for just a spark He sat and kissed her quickly cooling hands The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark 04/14/2018
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