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O-m-g, o-m-g, oh, oh — ohhh, emmm, geee.

The war cast a wide net, and brought us to thee

We made to reply

afraid we would die

In grace you have spared us, Anthony

In hard fought battle you laid, a terrible hand

Now o’er us pour love, in the war-ravaged land

A verse to be sung

Bells of joy that be rung

In war and peace, it is LOVE that is grand.

Mahalo nui, Anthony, e aloha a hui hou, me ke aloha pumehana,

Skye K.

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Skye Mo'ipulelehua Kahoali'i

Me: Ma'am/Ms./Auntie. Brother: Sir/Dad/Uncle. Who should WE be? Writes erotica and poetry. Freelance editor. Longboarder, shoots clays and USPSA.