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| - We have been fighting here for many months,Walking through the sludge and mud,Stomach's growling like a pack of wolves,Backs bent like shepard's crooks.Back to the trench we stumble,To safety and rest he is to come,Were tired, weary, cold yet grinning like the sun.Hobbling back like drunken men,Bare footed to our den,The mud gets in our blisters and cuts,And burns our feet like acid.Suddenly from n
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