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The Futility of War
pup

The morning sun rises,
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on an empty country road,
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thoughts swirl within my mind,
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of days young and old,
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I clamber into a paddock,
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and roll upon the grass,
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as emptiness surrounds me,
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no time seems to pass,
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as I lay there,
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my thoughts rush to the past,
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they return to the day,
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that I thought would be my last,
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I lay there in the trenches,
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the enemy roaring with glee,
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i looked down to the ground,
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and saw my best mate next to me,
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his lifes blood pooled around,
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his arms sprawled at his side,
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the tears came rolling down my face,
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no matter how hard I tried,
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I felt a trickle on my cheek,
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realised the tears had come once more,
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it really is a futile thing,
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the thing that they call war.
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31 Aug 05


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oh my god!!!!
hehehehhe
guess who pup!?!?
GO HARRY POTTER!!
i really like this one!!!
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