The hour was early, and our hero, Bing Chow,
Lie in sound, silent sleep, as much as this war would allow,
A shadow hung over his rest-depraved brow,
And the sun still had not risen yet, even now,
Perhaps it burst in the night with some unheard *KAPOW*,
Or perhaps it chose to not to rise at all this morning somehow...
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