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'Trench Winter, November 1916'

Posted by Dinky Mind on Friday, May 05, 2006 in ,
No shelter from the kniving wind,
No solace from the driving snow.
No warmth, no comfort or bright cheer
In heav'n above or earth below.

My soul longs to be far from here,
To be with those who care for me.
Far from the noise of clonflict grim
Where lives are toss'd on Death's dark sea.

by Private Noel Clark.

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5 Comments


Oyeee dekhoo ye kaun ayyaaa...


Shukar hay aaaaaaaapki amad tu hui .... janay kahan ghayab hogayii thiiiiin aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap ... hum to emalacios sau malacious honay lagay thay :P

Now sab say pahlay tu humaray yaaaaaani me, gulllli kay links update karo aur yeah hafs kay bhi :)

And stay here dont try to run away!


oye tumko kiya howa? u were tu ok last nite


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abi barsat to nahi howi.....

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