born and raised in the dead of night
a young boy he's will to fight
he walks many miles for many days
altheic in many sports
a fire brathes in his heart
fathers death makes him break
he sad and crys
he knows he must be strong at heart
so he runs runs until he tried
he walks and walks until blisters on his feet
he feels no pain and no rain
he trains and trians fo r hwat he want to become
he's heart for his country is storng goes to war
comes back sronger than ever
lov efo rhis country never dies
trian to surive this wa sonce a boy but now a man
they call him THE MARINE

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nice poem

Really Nice