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Whited Sepulchres
Flag-shaggers claim The Silence is their own:
one such, in ignorance, presumed my guilt,
and sneered: “he is alone”, but knew not why;
“He’s running free”, sez he, “why’s that allowed?”
I say to him: “Mate, you know bugger-all:
five comrades, blown to bits of blood and bone,
must keep their silence now, that of the grave;
the silence that I keep has been dear bought,
...
Thursday 14th November 2024 12:25 pm
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