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When all the world was white
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
When all the world was white
We hunkered down, sat tight
Threw fat upon the fire
To make it through the sullen night
Merlin and rose-rumped twite
Have each-one taken flight
Their chirpings form a choir
In the dwindling light
That the silence of the night
Was thus shattered seems so trite
In the muck and mire
We waited out the blight
The men of war born to fight
We know their bark we've felt their bite
Nothing more than guns for hire
Who will end this ancient rite?
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