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Of the life that I have

Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have

A rest I shall have

Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years

In the long green grass

Will be yours and yours and yours.

“I see that you have not replied yet Chaplain, so let me recite the last poem
written only a few years ago in 1979 by Rhodesian Army Medic, Staff Sergeant

Chas Lotter.”

Appeal

Don’t mind my hands

Padre

They shake like this

When I am in the base

I dream of death

Padre

Scream in the dark

To chase the nightmares away

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