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A Summer Morning
One summer Morning
Came them the young boys in their thousands
One summer morning just like this
Reaching out for a mother’s kiss
The sturdy arm of a father
Came then the bullets and splintering shell
Mud and blood and ripping wire
Into smoke black and buggered hell
They’re still there in the fields beneath the flowers
In their thousands where they fell
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Friday 1st July 2016 2:38 pm
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