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Jun 2019
War
Somewhere near somme and not far from calais,
Lies a cold curled up carcass all green with decay,
But who fired the motor whos going to hell,
No one but me for I made the shell.

Blood toil and fallen down trees,
All of them put there with my TNT,
The men we have ended the widows weve made,
All a result of us plying our trade.
Xander kirk
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Xander kirk  16/FTM
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