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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
Owen
Jesus
Bolts
Bigs
Gears
Every
Dreamed
Buckled
Kind
Caused
Fouled
Permanent
Rusted
Gun
Bayonet
Smile
Colts
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