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Feb 2012
The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe

as through our ranks he ramps and raves.

No time to bury the rotting reminders

of manky motionless mounds of men

Puffed with disease and certain to find us

Widespread, worrying, wondering when....
Written by
Vinnie Oconnell
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