Shastina McElmurry - The Marines

As they walk with guns in their hands.
For america they will always stand.
They tell there family not to cry.
But they think will i die.
There not a fraid at all.
Then a gun shot but they remain tall.
They promise there familys they will stay strong.
For in the marines your gone so long.
Then they return no cuts none.
They go up and hug their daughter or son.

Shastina McElmurry

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