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A Terre

Rating: 3.1

(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.)


Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell,
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.
Both arms have mutinied against me -- brutes.
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats.

I tried to peg out soldierly -- no use!
One dies of war like any old disease.

This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes.
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Fiddlesticks 09 October 2018

Leaders do not have the ability to lead and do not have the understanding to govern a people.

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Dawn Fuzan 27 April 2014

I like this one, its Good

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