Page:Poetry, a magazine of verse, Volume 7 (October 1915-March 1916).djvu/241

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The Home-Coming

Old Woman. Yes, Charles.
Young Soldier. What shall we do now Granny?
Old Woman. We can do nothing but linger now. Perhaps when the war is over we shall die completely.

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