The unknown titleA Poem by ronThe
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The
dead I have walked with, and
heard their voices aged and full of life.
The
living I have not seen, nor
could they be measured by time.
How
young the brave look, before
the bullets and missile envelope, a
sliver of their life that will take, an
eternity to live, and
will never feel the comfort of death. © 2014 ronAuthor's Note
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