Military Blues

Reminiscing on Days Gone By

By Kris GriffithPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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Military blues

I wore them in the Air Force

Just a memory

sad poetry surreal poetry

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Kris Griffith

I have been away from creative writing for many years. I am trying to rediscover who I am through my writings. Come join in the journey!

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Military Blues

Reminiscing on Days Gone By

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