Salute

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“Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day ;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just a glance
At our white hawthorne tree.”
The Hawthorne tree by Siegfried SASSOON

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