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As many as ever you wish_. _Don't count 'em; they're too many_. _Who'll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny? AS MANY AS EVER YOU WISH DON'T COUNT EM THEY'RE TOO MANY WHO'LL BUY MY NICE FRESH CORPSES TO A PENNY
 And fought the flapping veils of smothering gloom, Lost in a blurred confusion of yells and groans. Down, and down, and down, he sank and drowned, Bleeding to death. The counter-attack had failed. THE EFFECT "The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before." _War Correspondent_. "_He'd never seen so many dead before_." They sprawled in yellow daylight while he swore And gasped and lugged his everlasting load Of bombs along what once had been a road. "_How peaceful are the dead_." Who put that silly gag in some one's head? "_He'd never seen so many dead before_." The lilting words danced up and down his brain, While corpses jumped and capered in the rain. No, no; hfc wouldn't count them any more ... The dead have done with pain: They've choked; they can't come back to life again. When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, Flapping along the fire-step like a fish, After the blazing crump had knocked him flat ... "_How many dead?  SECTION TWENTY TWO OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGHRIED SASSOON BY SIGRID SAINTSOON REDFORD LIBERVOX DONTALORG BY MARKH HASSONG THE EFFECT THE EFFECT OF OUR BOMBARDMENT WAS TERRIFIC ONE MAN TOLD ME HE HAD NEVER SEEN SO MANY DEAD BEFORE WAR CORRESPONDENT HE HAD NEVER SEEN SO MANY DEAD BEFORE THEY SPRAWLED IN YELLOW DAYLIGHT WHILE HE SWORE AND GASPED AND LUGGED HIS EVERLASTING LOAD OF BOMBS ALONG WHAT ONCE HAD BEEN A ROAD HOW PEACEFUL ARE THE DEAD WHO PUT THAT SILLY GAG IN SOMEONE'S HEAD HE'D NEVER SEEN SO MANY DEAD BEFORE THE LILTING WORDS DANCED UP AND DOWN HIS BRAIN WHILE CORPSES JUMPED AND CAPERED IN THE RAIN NO NO H F C WOULDN'T COUNT THEM ANY MORE THE DEAD HAVE DONE WITH PAIN THEY'VE CHOKED THEY CAN'T COME BACK TO LIFE AGAIN WHEN DICK WAS KILLED LAST WEEK HE LOOKED LIKE THAT FLAPPING ALONG THE FIRE STEP LIKE A FISH AFTER THE BLAZING CRUMP HAD KNOCKED HIM FLAT HOW MANY DEAD
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