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Trenches of WW1


As we sit in the trench

We can smell the stench 

The mustard gas takes flight 

We're terrified of the sight 

Who came up with this terrible thing 

What more will this war have to bring 

As we hide in fear, we watch and stare 

At the look of our comrades in despair 

Some of their in sides start to rot 

All that comes to mind is just one thought 

Why did we choose to do this 

These terrible sights

They give us all frights 

We want to stop fighting 

But we can't give up yet

Until this war is won, our minds will stay set

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