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May 2017
One brick left
When once a wall,
Fallen from sight
When once So tall.
a tiled hat
Windows as eyes,
Proud I was
As people passed by.
My family around me
All grounded to dust
Lonely as I,now die I must.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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