Come Friendly Bombs And Fall On Slough Poem. Come, bombs, and blow to smitheree… Come, bombs and blow to smithereens.
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Come friendly bombs and fall on slough! It isn't fit for humans now, there isn't grass to graze a cow. Come, bombs and blow to smithereens those air.
