March 5 - New Zealand
A War Too Far
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The moon is shining bright,
There is mild frost upon the ground.
And then I hear the chilling sound
of the AK-47.
I raise my head and gaze into the night.
Awe-inspiring flashes of tracers light up the sky far away.
I lower my head and think of home.
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