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Snowy Hills
Ah, the winter snow has come at last!
Ah, the sounds of battle finally cease!
Gently, I creak open the door,
Only to see,
The blood of our troops,
In deep pools of maroon,
Staining the snow,
That beautiful knee deep snow,
Many men lay dying,
As I stand by,
Just watching,
Many others seek shelter in their homes,
From that horrible sight,
Of limp bodies,
Yet I feel nothing.
poem
by
Cheyenne Baughman
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