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1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
4 And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
5 Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
6 But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
7 Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
8 Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
9 Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
10 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
11 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
12 And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
13 Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
14 As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
15 In all my dreams before my helpless sight
16 He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
17 If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
18 Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
19 And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
20 His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
21 If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
22 Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
23 Bitter as the cud
24 Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
25 My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
26 To children ardent for some desperate glory,
27 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
28 Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
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Lexington Steele (1/30/2012 4:13:00 AM)
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lolington i love my dong so much its big and black
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Lexington Steele (1/30/2012 4:11:00 AM)
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this poem is very insightful to how life was portrayed in WW1, however I am very dissapointed as no-one seems to have a large dong as they do not comment about it, especially wilfred owen, he is a peasant and a very poor guy. i do feel very sorry for him, he never gets any poontang wheeeeey
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Kelvin Portas (1/30/2012 4:11:00 AM)
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terence george craddock has a massive dong
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Kelvin Portas (1/30/2012 4:09:00 AM)
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KELVIN PORTAS IS SICK BRAAAAV
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Kelvin Portas (1/30/2012 4:08:00 AM)
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wheey lexington is coming to join in on the discussion wheeey lex 11 inches of hardcore punishment
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Kelvin Portas (1/30/2012 4:07:00 AM)
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sick poem braaav init tiiing famalam
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Bob Blackwell (11/7/2011 1:43:00 AM)
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A vivid description of life for a soldier in WW1. The horrors of war described, show how man spends time to make weapons of mass desctruction and injury to use against his fellow man. I pray one day this madness will stop. My own father was at the Battle of the Somme, but like many who had been there, he never spoke about being there or describe the horrors of it.
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Paul Brookes (11/6/2011 4:05:00 PM)
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Nothing to say How can you judge such perfection. Sorry to see it only rates 8.2 Should be more a 11 at least
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Daniel Martin (7/26/2011 7:19:00 AM)
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The stark contrast between the lie and the reality, is so powerfully demonstrated in the account of the dying soldier.
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JOSEPH POEWHIT (7/17/2011 4:34:00 AM)
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Makes one wonder of today. What little goodies are labeled top secret weapons, in secret closets? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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