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A Call to War, A Call to
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July 2016 A Call To War, a Call to
There's a greyish-ness to the dawn.
When black, slips.. to blue.
Where the obscure, lays, in between.
Where death, hones ....his scythe.
Where there is, a ...... stillness.
Where oft, soldiers pause,
and reflect.
There are no words .....
Before the coming of the dawn.
Nor the sound, of the dead man's, whistle !
The prelude......
To
Death
Giajl © Jim Love
