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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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