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Nov 2015
Two living statues,
a man of silver
and one who sits mid-air.
Crowds pause wonder stare.

A trench foot Tommy
stands lonely unremarked,
bronzed as his medal,
braced for our next war.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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