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Tag: Ostfront

Returning Home, 1947.

For which mad fucker –
Did we fight so hard, so long?
My boys, in the snow.

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Posted on August 16, 2012August 17, 2012Categories PoetryTags Gulag, Haiku, Ostfront, Willkommen, WW22 Comments on Returning Home, 1947.

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