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Dec 2024
Blinded by the flares we'd thought behind us
thinking how in hell did that mustard manage to blind us,
we wandered home as ghosts alone
wondering did this war define us.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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