the green fields of france.

Oh how do you do, young Willie Mcbride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while in the warm summer sun? I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done. And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in…

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one word.

Paris. There are few words to describe how I’m feeling in regards to the tragedy in Paris.   My heart breaks for the victims, their loved ones, and the beautiful country. May God bless you all.

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