| Does it Matter? |
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Siegfried Sassoon |
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| Does it matter? — losing your legs? . . . |
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| For people will always be kind, |
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| And you need not show that you mind |
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| When the others come in after hunting |
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| To gobble their muffins and eggs. |
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| Does it matter? — losing your sight? . . . |
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| There’s such splendid work for the blind; |
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| And people will always be kind, |
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| As you sit on the terrace remembering |
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| And turning your face to the light. |
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| Does it matter? — those dreams from the pit? . . . |
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| You can drink and forget and be glad, |
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| And people won’t say that you’re mad; |
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| For they’ll know you’ve fought for your country |
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| And no one will worry a bit. |
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| pitHell, but possibly also punning on the more mundane pits found among the trenchlines |
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| madinsane |
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