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Poem By Peter Jones

They are fighting a war with their guns again:
the boys on the village green;
joyfully trying to kill and maim
in the myth of their lost timeless scene.

The corpses are laying more or less still
And one his clutching his side,
And the cenotaph stone, as someone once said,
Makes an excellent place to hide.

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