I cannot weep

and cannot sleep

and all I reap

I cannot keep

but the cliff is steep

to its edge I'll creep

for I am allowed to take a leap

and be gathered in a heap

fall on my head and go beep

while out my ears my brains seep

(--enough of this nonsense--

time to toast the boys out of trenches

by Xmas 2394)

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