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As The Years PassAs the years pass The dead are being remembered, About what happened that day On that day in December. Planes flew through the skies Bombs dropped on the ground, Tears still fall to this day But, only memories can be found. Sixty-five years ago Who could have thought, The war would soon end When deadly bombs were being dropped? Veterans will always know December seventh will be, Remembered by everyone Across the distant seas. Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.7/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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