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Banned Users - Poetry Corner
The guns roared out that November night,
All around men still with fright.
In these trenches muddied and cold
Thoughts of our families in our soul
The Captain shouts once more over the top
Keep on Running, Never to Stop.
Death On its way to us poor young men,
Volunteers one and all way back when
Death on its way we must not cry
And over the top to surely Die.
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