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Why Do Sports

With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officers funeral;
Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said
Your mission is fulfilldbut I, more warlike
O sight of pity, shame and dole!

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Hospitals in Gaza

How Solemn As One by One
Or Beat! Beat! Drums! or To the Leavend Soil they Trod
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand
Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of …

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