Les Grands Mutiles

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Title:     Les Grands Mutiles
Author: Robert W. Service [More Titles by Service]

I saw three wounded of the war:
And the first had lost his eyes;
And the second went on wheels and had
No legs below the thighs;
And the face of the third was featureless,
And his mouth ran cornerwise.
So I made a rhyme about each one,
And this is how my fancies run.

[The end]
Robert Service's poem: Les Grands Mutiles

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