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see it here in the early spring of 1918:
Now before I say goodnight little book.  Just across the narrow street is a high brick wall.  It encloses a tiny plot of ground  A minute "Gods Acre"  In a shady corner are six mounds of new red earth  In each is stuck a beer bottle, neck in the earth  In each bottle is a piece of paper is enclosed  On each piece of paper is a name & a number.  For these are

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