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I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

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
Laughing
Laughs
Blood
Smiled
Eyes
Cheeks
Child
Shakes
Eye
Brought
Wretches
War
Gave
Glee
Children
Saws
Mud
Glory
Cracked

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