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In the Snows of France
In the Snows of Franceby Michael DoyleDoc was a medicRunning from hole to holeThere wasn’t a foxWho didn’t know his soulThe Germans kept comingWith machine guns drummingSounding off in the darkest nightThe 101st prayed for the morning lightA little drip … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
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