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My Precious Beloved! By L. Don Oliver
Oh! my precious beloved, Together again we shall _; Where shade covers the grass, Beneath our Old Oak _;
We will lie there together, And gaze up at the _; Build cloud castles in the air, And watch the world go ;
Plucking the petals from a flower, "She loves me, she loves me "; Some will say that is passe, But, to me it still means a ;
I'll recite a tender poem. An you will act a little ; With our aging hands entwined, We will revisit all our ;
We will whisper sweet words of love, And try to hold back the __; Then we will embrace each other, As we have through all the __;
We will not allow our yesterdays, To become but only a ___; For there is much in life to come. So many new things yet to ;
Glory of War! By L. Don Oliver
The cannon roars, A rifle shot; A soldier dies, All for nought;
The bell rings, On Village Square; There's no rejoicing, That's abiding there;
Six gun salute, A trumpet sounds; Another soldier buried, In hallowed grounds;
A mother cries, Her child gone; She returns to, An empty home;
That's the moral, End of story, In any war, There's no glory;