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Darlene Arment Poem
I'm a deer hunter, Sitting Waiting anticipating for some kind of deer to come walking near. Now deers are approaching and now I am choking. Should I shoot or watch them run in fear. I'm a deer hunter who all things still wonder why Hunters don't shoot was it Buck Fever or was it I was too stupid to pull the trigger.
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On this day for Our veterans, we say we honor our soldiers that protected our country. For they served us well as worriers. They deserve to have our gratitude , for some were drafted or some may volunteered. Some just now and some of many years. Know matter where they fought, know matter where they been they always came out with a victory. For some saw combat , for other might had just rode a desk along the way. For here we stand together to let the veterans know that they were and will not be forgotten, for the freedom they give us and to honor their lives for the uniforms they wore or still do for our country. So America can stand up show the men and women that we will never forget. And on independence day to say alittle prayer for the one's who also died.
By: Darlene Arment
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Free from Independence of ignorance of hatred and the jealousy of ignorance of others to change the world. We have to open one's heart to each other love and helping hand. To educate ourselves and mines about each other's race. To hold the hope and the dreams and to have the pride of America to being America again.
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The sky is blue, the trees are green for it soon will be a winner scene leaves will fall, flowers will go as wind begins to blow. The sky turns Gray throughout the day. The nights grow long for winter comes along.
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I thought I once had true love but that's all in the past. It looks like I'm looking through a Looking-Glass. I once had a touch of a gentle hand that held you close that you could feel the warmth of the heat in a room. But as time goes on and time passes here I was again Looking Through the Looking-Glass.
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