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WWI Poetry
This is by Hellmuth von Zastrow:
THE ALBATROS
The Albatros on the field awaiting,
A splendid start is contemplating.
*The Albatros.
The Albatros, a thirsty machine,
Quaffs water, oil, and gasoline.
*The Albatros.
The Albatros dreams that it will sooon
Soar through the sky and chase the moon.
*The Albatros.
The Albatros has met its doom--
The Albatros fall down go boom.
*The Albatros.
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