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Paths
of Glory
Sacred
smoke across acrid air,
Frantic
fags, a dizzy dare.
Prefect
passing, the fearful
rush!
Has
he gone? No, not yet!
Hush!
Guilty
faces, innocent
looks,
Nothing
wrong here, all
by the book!
Gone
at last, then
pick it up
fast,
Can't
be caught
now for
that's the
last
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