Laughing through clouds, his milk-teeth still unshed,
Cities and men he smote from overhead.
His deaths delivered, he returned to play
Childlike, with childish things now put away.
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R. A. F. ( AGED EIGHTEEN ) · Rudyard Kipling · Poetry Cove