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Mrs Saunders’ son Died last night, sniped by The enemy with A far off gun. The Government will not Mind they have other Sons to send, fresh, keen, And soldierly, with Eyes, hands and marching Feet, been told there’s no Defeat, medals and Honours are theirs, no Big worries, no cares. Mrs Saunders will Send no other son, To march to war, he Was her only one.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
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Mrs Saunders’ son Died last night, sniped by The enemy with A far off gun. The Government will not Mind they have other Sons to send, fresh, keen, And soldierly, with Eyes, hands and marching Feet, been told there’s no Defeat, medals and Honours are theirs, no Big worries, no cares. Mrs Saunders will Send no other son, To march to war, he Was her only one.
A MOTHER LOSES A SON IN WAR.
TerryCollett
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
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