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Somme 1916
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Somme 1916 |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Somme 1916 Can one comprehend how stomachs churned As shell on shell turned fields to mud Turning green to brown and then to red Hell did not need the stockpiled dead Young men prayed for mother’s touch Once lover’s kissed they now kissed death The rat-tat-tat of hailstone lead In trenches slain no coffin lid The bullets swarmed like angry bees Soft babbling brooks that trickled blood Their uniforms disclosed which side But naked skin the truth belied As far away their families weep Into the ground their souls did seep |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"War, huh, yeah What is it good for . . ." ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Absolutely nothing, and a hundred years on it continues Thanks Jerry Mike |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:Oh, but it did. It's lust for blood is unquenchable. Then, now, and for as long of a future as Man will have. More feelings and fewer words please |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing of this sad event...james |
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