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Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their of courses Are not quite the same.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Millions
Quite
Horses
Courses
Bent
Upon
Soldiers
War
Fifteen
Soldier
Killing
Horse

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