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Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
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Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
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Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Create your own at Storyboard That

Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Create your own at Storyboard That

Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Create your own at Storyboard That

Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Create your own at Storyboard That

Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Create your own at Storyboard That

Gas, Gas

quick boy!!!!



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
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  • Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
  • An ecstasy of fumblingFitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
  • Gas, Gasquick boy!!!!
  • But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.
  • Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
  • In all my dreams before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
  • The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
  • If in some smothering dreams, you too could paceBehind the wagon that we flung him in,And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
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