Roy Turke Poems

Come on my lads, and over the top
these words their Officers cried
then over the top, in their thousands went
and in fields of mud, they died.
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If I could live, and love again
and could it be for me
to find another, just like you
and live contentedly.
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What is this feeling, no one knows
its always there, yet comes and goes
whether old, or very small
its something that, affects us all.
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