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| I can hear the feet of the Britsh walking in, but I can't hear their whispers when they meet. I see head stones as they fill the grave yards in my sight, but I can't see who killed them that night. I can smell the salty sea where the ships drift away, but I can't smell the gun powder that I'll see the next day. I can touch my horse while it takes a little break, but I can touch my bones that ache and ache and ache. |
| "War Torn" by Elisabeth J. Hopkins |
| � Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. |
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