I Shall Serve

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This is a poem about my uncle, Ray, who died this summer at a Boy Scout Camp. This poem is also about the men and women of the Police Departments around the world. Thanks you for all you do to keep us safe. You Shall Serve!All Rights Reserved

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I Shall Serve
Sun, Nov 2, 2014

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I Shall Serve
Sun, Nov 2, 2014

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