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Thomas Hardy - The Man He Killed
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	Had he and I but met
	    By some old ancient inn,
	We should have set us down to wet
	    Right many a nipperkin!

	    But ranged as infantry,
	    And staring face to face,
	I shot at him as he at me,
	    And killed him in his place.

	    I shot him dead because—
	    Because he was my foe,
	Just so: my foe of course he was;
	    That`s clear enough; although

	    He thought he`d `list, perhaps,
	    Off-hand like—just as I—
	Was out of work—had sold his traps—
	    No other reason why.

	    Yes; quaint and curious war is!
	    You shoot a fellow down
	You`d treat, if met where any bar is,
	    Or help to half a crown.
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