Poem 2
"Reach out, touch my head,I'll think of you when I'm nearly dead.
Reach out, touch my hand,
I'll remember it when I cross No Man's Land
Reach out, touch my heart,
You'll still be in there when we are apart"
This poem is short, but sad, don't you agree?
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