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Aug 2013
One more casualty.one more war
don't know what they're fighting for
why won't they shake hands,make the peace
why don't they just agree to cease.

When we played as boys with guns for toys and shot each other dead
how could we know the real foe was
bullets made from lead.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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