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10122	Graves, Robert	Fairies and Fusiliers			.txt	text/plain	8239	980	99	Die stillborn, because old men squeal There are old-fashioned folk still like it. The red-faced old centurion started up, And like old bitterns we Shall perish so like bear or lion. Like a wild bee, flies a sure line (God's eyes are dim, His ears are shut.) And eyes like a lighted taper Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Daisies, old-man's-looking-glasses; Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die." In our old haunts down Fricourt way, The old man trembled for the fierce cold. Old John, you do me good! Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder, Often I wish I were long time dead. Just like a live man--Corporal Stare! Then passed away like a puff of wind, An old man's life of beer and whisky drinking, Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover, And turned to watch if the old man saw it go.	./cache/10122.txt	./txt/10122.txt