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War's Last Battleground
He fell as he retreated
from war’s last battleground
Stray bullet lodged beneath his brain
ghostly whispers in the rain…
Never again will rooster crow
for him the morning will not know
Never again to feel the love
of wife or baby boy
Once a year to be feted
though never to know joy
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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