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Click* The light flicked The darkness hid. Hisss! The cat whispered To the cockroach In the crib, The baby is dead, The house is filled with holes And no water,
We battle our masters with laughter that shatters the perception of contrasting stature.   A giggle is a stave through the heart of catastrouphy.  But we hide behined tears, 
It is an endless sea of dry, desolate desert Unimaginably hot, a blanket of sweat always present There are constant explosions, pops of sniper guns He's been in the middle of this hell for a year
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