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Gran said it isn’t safe to walk about the bombsites Janice said as you walked with her off of Meadow Row towards the bombed out sites of WW11 there might be unexploded bombs she added holding on to your shirt sleeve there are no unexploded bombs here you said to reassure you paused midway and stared back to where the coal wharf stood and coalmen went about their work loading trucks and horse drawn carts how do you know? she asked her hand gripping your shirt sleeve tight don’t you trust me? you said turning your head seeing her eyes wide beneath her red beret yes but maybe there could be hidden beneath ground you looked around with hand above your brow none I can see you said she released your sleeve and touched your hand her smooth skin like soft silk moved over yours you mustn’t tell Gran she said she’s forbidden me to go on sites you sensed her pulse tap along your palm of course I won’t you said and walked across the bricks and rubble and weeds between even here amidst the bombed out ruins a touch of green.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
NO BOMBS HERE.
Gran said it isn’t safe to walk about the bombsites Janice said as you walked with her off of Meadow Row towards the bombed out sites of WW11 there might be unexploded bombs she added holding on to your shirt sleeve there are no unexploded bombs here you said to reassure you paused midway and stared back to where the coal wharf stood and coalmen went about their work loading trucks and horse drawn carts how do you know? she asked her hand gripping your shirt sleeve tight don’t you trust me? you said turning your head seeing her eyes wide beneath her red beret yes but maybe there could be hidden beneath ground you looked around with hand above your brow none I can see you said she released your sleeve and touched your hand her smooth skin like soft silk moved over yours you mustn’t tell Gran she said she’s forbidden me to go on sites you sensed her pulse tap along your palm of course I won’t you said and walked across the bricks and rubble and weeds between even here amidst the bombed out ruins a touch of green.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
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