Mother, your little boy is not coming home He’s lying out in some muddy field, all alone. Frostbite fingers falling off - Sacrificed for the lapels of the old toffs. Tears freezing etched rivers on His cheeks that the sun once smiled on. Those neat clothes you last saw him in They now in tatters … <a href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/your-little-boy/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1690&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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