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The veterans' garden

„Again he fighting with his foe, counts o'er his scars,
Tho' Chelsea's now the seat of all his wars,
And fondly hanging on the lengthening tale,
Reslays his thousands o'er a mug of ale."
- Sir John Soane, inscription at the summerhouse
of the Royal Hospital, London -


the veterans grow out of the grass
attired in emeritus uniforms;

their heavy buttons seem so matt
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