My Soldier I woke up this morning and was gone. Before going to sleep I had seen him at the window which faced off with all those strong shoulders straight. There 's been so dark, no hug. Sooner or later he had to leave, a soldier in uniform and the canteen, is a job that I like to call him if I can not. When I first saw they were all dressed supported equal there to rest, but I picked him out among the others who looked different with the licorice in the mouth and the knee a little 'bent. I wonder if I will be when it will be here again, if I see him come back.
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