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Jan 2017
I walk these streets alone,
Empty, forgotten and finally free.
The old faces of happiness and hope,
Are long gone and never to be seen.
I'm the only one left,
My street is dead.
The old community that once thrived,
Has now sadly died.
Holocaust Memorial Day, R.I.P
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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     Elizabeth J, Aqua Rose and Max Vale
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