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by lonley Mar 26, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Between the tall oak tree's we played around as a child. Under the bridge we always used to swim by on hot days. Beyond everything i called my home. According to the germans we were filthy, unwanted, swine. Next to the only sister i would ever know, we fled Down the road to the boat. Aboard the St.Amire. To Latvia with the shores of mountainous dunes of sand. Toward safety, they fled.