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  • ericwinnert 20w

    I used to live in a street in the sky
    On the ground: Hague Row.
    It always made me think
    Of the master of trenches
    Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig.

    But sadly their names were spelt differently
    A war zone by any other would be just as bad.

    A thousand in the sky
    A thousand in a trench,
    All herded, as some would like to say,
    As cattle to certain doom.

    Yet both Hauges offered
    A victorious utopia
    At the end of it.
    All you had to do was
    March down the Row
    Or saunter along a trench.