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Rated: E · Poetry · War · #1935071
A poem about world war 1 trenches.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My feet are black
and the rats ate the stew.

Blood is red
Faces are blue
Been here so long
nothing to go home to.

I see a bright light
Could it be true?
The war is over
And i am too.
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