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He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, .........
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Wilfred Owen
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Lewis Bancroft (9/9/2007 2:27:00 PM)
this poem is a poem frought with disapointment, the loss of a soldier, who with some distant sense of duty, went to war, not thinking of the consequences, and is reminiscent of so many soldiers who fought in the great war. god bless them |
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