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 I was in D.C., down on the Mall making a return to the Vietnam Wall. It was then that a Park Ranger got the call that my grief was for those who had taken the fall. I know that it was many years ago Pushing so many to an all time low. The Park Police came over and wanted to know why I was there and that it was time to go. I answered as tears fell like rain As my best friend Tom was one who was named. On the black granite wall their names were the same. As the ones killed by South East Asian pain. Now as the caretakers are coming my way and a family walks by with a wreath to lay Never again are the words that I say And at this time I would just like to convey, a very peaceful Christmas Day. |
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