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The rusty Marine,
born gallant and brave
To his country, his allegiance raised.
He served in
war to honor and protect
In battle he did not defect.
Through foxholes,
trenches, gunfire and hell
His honor and pride never fell.
For in his
heart, his faith was strong
Yet for home he did long.
Now he sits, tired,
forlorn
For his youth he does mourn.
Because it ran so quickly by
He
often thinks, "How time did fly."
Then he dons his old
dress blues
And in his spirit, a change of hues.
He straightens up and
stands with pride
His great honor, he can not hide.
Then he begins to
gently weep
The memories come, pile upon heap.
A single tear falls from
his eye
As he whispers, "Semper Fi."
~ by Jennifer A. Wallace ~
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