From a Trench  23441

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    Out here the dogs of war run loose,
         Their whipper-in is Death;
    Across the spoilt and battered fields
         We hear their sobbing breath.
    The fields where grew the living corn
         Are heavy with our dead;
    Yet still the field at home are green
         And I have heard it said:

                                        That –
    There are crocuses at Nottingham!
    Wild crocuses at Nottingham!
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