Apr 16, 2004 10:30
snow flakes
gently falling
gently floating
cascading upon the frozen fields
lone men
marching out
meeting fate with valour
spirits that will never break
they are the fallen
time forever marshalled on their side
marking silent footprints
in the snow
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Not unless you get rich, in which case, prepare for the onslaught of my lawyers.
Which war are you talking about here? I'm thinking WW2, specifically the Russian front.
-Satan Paul
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