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And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

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
Earth
Showed
Crawled
Many
Fell
Severed
Men
Manner
Deepening
Like
Fresh
Moan
Feet
Bruises
Head
Worm
Half
Picking
Death
Worms

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