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Walk, March, Dream by L. M. Montes

Walk–
with strides anew,
saunter–
just me and you,
linger–
and smell the dew.

March–
as off to war,
halt–
watch eagles soar,
remember–
it lives within your core.

Dream–
and do not die,
hope–
and fly up high,
achieve–
with goals decry.



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