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      <title>&#39;Attack&#39; by Ms Meredith</title>
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      <description>Responses to Sassoon&#39;s poem.</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:23:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lines 5-6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>'Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire./The barrage roars and lifts.'</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:26:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lines 6-8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>'Then, clumsily bowed/With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,/Men jostle and climb to, meet the bristling fire.'</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:34:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lines 9-10</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>'Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,/They leave their trenches, going over the top,'</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:47:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Line 11</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>'While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,'</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:49:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lines 12-13</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>'And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,/Flounders in the mud. O Jesus make it stop!'</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-05 03:49:52 UTC</pubDate>
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