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In the airport
waiting by gate C-13
he proudly walked up and down
making heads turn around.
An arrogant figure displaying
self assurance
and fitness enhanced
by his military uniform.
Forget the medals
the stripes
the Special Forces green beret
or his alleged bravery.
His pride was in his right arm
as he firmly
and tenderly
held his ten month
old son
in the airport.
© By Emil (Poeta48@aol.com)

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