Miss Edwards

The cold damp air makes their cheeks red and sore;
They don’t want to see what they see anymore.
Dirt knee high and dark skies above them,

Mud and water cold below them.
It’s only just started, it feels like years,

So many young men and so many tears.
They fight and they die, just for you,

So until next time, I bid you adjour!

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