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THE REEK by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON

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First Line: TONIGHT THEY'RE SITTING BY THE PEAT
Last Line: ACROSS THE BELGIAN SNOW.
To-night they're sitting by the peat
Talking of me, I know --
Grandfather in the ingle-seat,
Mother and Meg and Joe.

I feel a sudden puff of heat
That sets my ears aglow,
And smell the reek of burning peat
Across the Belgian snow.



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