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Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

Captives

Some came in chains
Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy.

#1923 #AmericanWriters #ThreeStoriesAndTenPoems

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Mark Sallee
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