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Big Break
He sipped in cafés in the afternoons;
He’d been below the average at school.
Tradition made him thrash away at life,
Despite this, he was no more than a fool.
Then suddenly he had his first big break;
A full-blown, bloody war had to be fought.
His doomed adventures did not matter now;
All trails of damage added up to nought.
A strange equality in times of war
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Sunday 7th January 2024 8:25 am
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