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Mar 2020
The birds that sang to make the day awake;
Have spread their wings and flew away hurridly;
And the sun that rose to meet the dawn has truly forlorn the sight of something;
Hath saw landscapes polluted with the blood of these men that are now gone for good;
At this moment the moon is shining upon the barrens;
Blood glares from the grassy fields we fight on;
But now all is quiet on the western front
I originally wrote this for my English class as an assignment. It doesn't rhyme but I thought I should post it.
Written by
Alana Rein  14/F
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