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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.

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
Soul
Turned
Thing
Grow
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Friends
Left
Home
May
Soldiers
Best
Soldier

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