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Rudyard Kipling – Common Form


Joseph Rudyard Kipling


Common Form

If any question why we died,

Tell them, because our fathers lied.

A Son

My son was killed whyle laughing at some jest. I would I knew

What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

The Beginner

In the first hour of my first day

In the front trench I fell.

(Children in boxes at a play

Stand up to watch it well.)


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