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More matter with less art

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Tomorrow Tuesday 11th November, the eleventh month, at eleven minutes past eleven, you have a task to perform.Your task is to remember.

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood 
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, 

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud  

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, 

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest 

To children ardent for some desperate glory, 

The old Lie

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