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Shrill whistle blew as we crossed over the wire Charged at the Germans who opened fire Those who had run up ahead Fell first; now lay dead, I felt fear, Dread, Death was near, Puddles had turned red, Run zig zag, my friend had said, Numb my mind Lord, it's all I desire Shrill whistle blew as we crossed over the wire. Written 16th July 2020 For Anderee Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May.
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