Armistice | Armistice
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Nov.12.2011
In remembrance of all guardians of our freedom who have paid the ultimate price
And are they gone to Arcady
where poppies loose no opiate dream,
nor memories of blood-inebriated soil?
Cobweb-frail, some staggered on,
mazed by sulphur stars of a millennial dawn,
torch-...
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