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Oct 2018
In the trenches of war, in the dark of the night
Three soldiers grab cigs and a match to ignite
The first one inhales and passes the flame
The second one does exactly the same
The third one however is already dead
Having been sniped straight through the head

Light one if you please and two if you must
But never a third or ashes to dust
I know it makes sense to not waste a match
But on the battlefield there’s always a catch...
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
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