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[aid] => mick
[title] => The shells
[time] => 2009-11-13 17:45:30
[hometext] => secound ww1 poem
[bodytext] => As I lay here in my cold damp pit of a foxhole I listen to the sound of the shells pound the ground all around me I close my eyes as the moon rises finding it odd how the sounds that once scared me now somehow seem to comfort me I find myself praying to here the shells with the rising of the sun for if I don't that means that I am surely dead By Robert R Knowles [comments] => 1 [counter] => 139 [topic] => 57 [informant] => robertknowles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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