It's a hard life to be
dead and all, it happens every
minute long, loss a friend
loss the family member
loss love very close or to
in earth, everyone and
everybody die young and
old either way, it seem
tragic moment like that,
all the cars were drove by
every single line to line
in a row, when million of
flags were up and flown
peacefully, all those
people came into the
cemetery and graveyard as
well as it is, the wind
was blown gently in spirit
and honor of them, the
heart was overwhelmed and
uncomfortable issue
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-21-15
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