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 Fm cold, too, and a stealthy snuffle

From the man with a pistol covering me,

And the Bosche moving off with a snap and a shuffl«

Break the windows of memory—

I can't make sure till the moon gets lighter—

Anyway shooting is over bold.

Oh, damn you, get back to your trench, you blighter,

I really can't shoot a man with a cold.

, 1915