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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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Jesus
Bolts
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Gears
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Permanent
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Bayonet
Smile
Colts
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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