All soldiers
				 Died
				 Scattered seed inside
				 Revised
				 Comprised of
				 Wishes
				 Reprise of 
				 Saddle up 
				 Sour sauces soften toughened food
				 A million military men mill about
				 But not without the internet 
				 I always wondered but not aloud
				 Townships glare at all the wares
				 The largest swell in citizenry yet to date
				 Elicit silent yes or loudest yell
				 Precious little 
				 Palatable hours trolling for herbs
				 Smooth honing of your top down hold on plenty
			Brotherhoods of roots in tourniquets and boots
		Federal generation of a lace-like amalgamation
	Exhilaration at the periphery
As land changes hands

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