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A poem based upon world war I


Submitted:Feb 18, 2013    Reads: 75    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Last man down.

Sees his friends fall around.

Bullets peircing their flesh.

Knowing he won't stay blessed.

As his friends fall one by one.

He thinks one last thought of his hun.

And falls the last man down.

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