Blood
It stains the water in which they lay
It stains the sand of there home
In which they fight to the bone
In their home on d-day
As the flag dies with flames abroad
As its replacement is flying hard
When the men who lay on the beach
Which they'll be in down deep beneath
Beneath the sands and rocks
To the core of their hearts
As the soldiers lay there today
Let us never forget the other side of D-day
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The rhymes
Short StoryThese are all my original rhymes that I made myself. These are deep, fun, and are just bundles of everything. Thx
