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Poem: At The End of the Short, Hard War

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Louis William Rose

He awoke with a start and shaking himself to ward off the morning cold, he arose from his bed on the concrete shelf to see what the day might hold. After coaxing his fire to life, he checked how much … Continue reading →

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