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Winkers Are Not Soldiers, Yet We Die

[with apologies to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae] We are the winkers! Short days ago, We played all night, until dawn's glow, Squopped and were squopped: for here we go In the Fields of Winks, to hop them low.

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