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You stood tall and blocked many of life's footballs for eighty odd years You lived in many places from Cairo to Barrow until you came to live with lucky us here in Windermere I never saw you as a soldier a lover of women and fun It’s hard to see you shooting a gun at anyone I saw you as a gardener toiling gently in the soil You knew your birds and bees and your flowers and your trees You avoided the elevator like the plague I’m glad you left before there were compromises you would have to make You still had most of your hair and you preferred to take the stairs
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Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 4:02 AM UTC
The Goalkeeper/Soldier by Sean Hunt
You stood tall and blocked many of life's footballs for eighty odd years You lived in many places from Cairo to Barrow until you came to live with lucky us here in Windermere I never saw you as a soldier a lover of women and fun It’s hard to see you shooting a gun at anyone I saw you as a gardener toiling gently in the soil You knew your birds and bees and your flowers and your trees You avoided the elevator like the plague I’m glad you left before there were compromises you would have to make You still had most of your hair and you preferred to take the stairs
keith-wilson
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Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 4:02 AM UTC
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