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Les Grands Mutiles
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I saw three wounded of the war:

And the first had lost his eyes;

And the second went on wheels and had

No legs below the thighs;

And the face of the third was featureless,

And his mouth ran cornerwise.

So I made a rhyme about each one,

And this is how my fancies run.