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Feb 2019
Wounded,hungry and barely able to walk Mr.Harrison,
Trudged at a snail's pace to his garrison,
Only to find it empty,
Except for one sentry,
"All are dead brother, a mutiny had risen.
5/2/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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