Hands Across The Spree Poem by A. P. Herbert

Hands Across The Spree



How slow those arrows crept across the map,
How many thousand weary miles apart!
They swoop together with a thunderclap.
Now draw one arrow more for Hitler's heart.

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April 29, 1945
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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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