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Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson The Question I WONDER if the old cow died or not. Gey bad she was the night I left, and sick. Dick reconed she would mend. He knows a lot-- At least he fancies so himself, does Dick. Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did wrong To leave the cow to him, and come away. Over and over like a silly song These words keep bumming in my head all day. And all I think of, as I face the foe And take my lucky chance of being shot, Is this – that if I’m hit, I’ll never know Till Doomsday if the old cow died or not. Wilfred Wilson Gibson Wilfred Wilson Gibson's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: ![]() 2447 Views |
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