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BULLETS AND BUTTONS Nature reclaims the battlefield. Spring dresses it in green. The dead refuse to remain dead. Ploughshares turn up bullets and buttons. The ghosts come out of the woods. Stare at the tourists accusingly.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
BULLETS AND BUTTONS
BULLETS AND BUTTONS Nature reclaims the battlefield. Spring dresses it in green. The dead refuse to remain dead. Ploughshares turn up bullets and buttons. The ghosts come out of the woods. Stare at the tourists accusingly.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
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