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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Eye
Glance
War
Elderly
Littles
Meets
Little
Glances
Every
Abroad
Admiration
Walking
Boys
Approving

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