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Jul 2016
The years stung with field gun smoke,
as the stench of accusations hung
among the aging towers of power.
Stark whistles pierced the mourning air
bringing tears to eyes spared any true battle.
And after a respectful silence, sodden with sacrifice,
the drizzled grandchildren turned away
for a Starbucked start of a brand new day.
Standing in the rain, Parliament Square, 7.30 am, 1 July 2016.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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