Jason Pack Biography

I wanna write you,
A poem,
That is felt true,
And known.
...

In the early morn,
We hear the horn.
And as we rise,
...

The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
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This place is my mind,
A prisoner, you are mine.

The gates are higher than you can see,
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I can't begin to explain,
Why I feel this way.
When I walk into a room,
I can't help but think of you.
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