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One Hundred Years On

Here they Lye our Fatefull dead . Over the top and into Hell . These once green fields Ripped Apart and Family’s waited with broken hearts . All once pals like Flys they dropped. What is Humanity in all this Insanity . Not even a bird can sing them a song . News from wars not good . Let’s nip all wars in the bud . Bring back trust with an open Heart . Our forces will never Depart from keeping us s...

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A poem by A Coldwell my son

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