Failure Permitted

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Three stand proud Covered in glory's shroud Happy home Mighty in this whispering dome Missing Mother Helpless brother Gathered round the reason Never with a thought of treason Dancing children downed in black To you we give this pointless plaque Salute with honor Unto you we will never dishonor Today their freedom Name falling into sainthood Sails half mass Number one in the class Honoring the ones Forever to be sons Who never knew the purpose

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April 7, 2006 18:01lost the lonely dead

kinda cool but i wish i could ask you to explain it to me more, well i could ask but getting an answer....thats a different fantasy altogether