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[rowan]

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

[-matthEw-]

do you just like that poem cos Pete Doherty recites it everytime hes given half a chance?

[rowan]

If not through word of mouth or recomendation how do you find out about things? Matters not who i heard that poem from, do you critisis my like of Emily Dickinson "poet" because i was introduced to her works by a begger or is it just Pete Doherty?

[Jeid]

Pete Doherty obviously ya dick!

[rowan]

Pete Doherty obviously ya dick!

Very good... ya dick!

[BigHandsome]

Just to make sure, you do know that poem is by Siegfried Sassoon and not Emily Dickinson. Im not being a smartarse, im just a bit confused.

[-matthEw-]

Originally Posted by rowan

If not through word of mouth or recomendation how do you find out about things? Matters not who i heard that poem from, do you critisis my like of Emily Dickinson "poet" because i was introduced to her works by a begger or is it just Pete Doherty?

thats not what i was asking, i guessed you heard it from Doherty. but do you like it because he does?

i happen to think its pretty average.