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In the wee small hours,

600 men passed this way.

And nary a one, spoke a word.

Heavily armed, men of war.

Inside the houses.

Hushed, a slumber all.

Not even dogs ,nor cattle,

Heard the passing thrall!

Ever Onward they went.

Envious of those inside,

wrapped  In duck down .

Oblivious to their passing.

Giajl © Jim Love 


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