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Once again the battle raged,
Where long before it had been staged.
Spotters came the gauged and gazed,
The distant from the solidiers aged.
And on all sides the dying Tom
As far away dead generals rave,
Arising from their pompous grave.
Their soliders now they'll never save.
How pointless was the somme?
Loved ones mourn as they do come,
To unmarked graves once more to lie.
Unwittingly they'd come to die.
How pointless was the sommme?

    --Memzy 07:24, 21 Mar 2005 (GMT)