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Jul 2013
I'm thinking about June Acott
She died on the 18th of August, 2009
She had aged seventy-four years before her demise
That's what the bench says, anyway.
If June Acott were a wine she would be a glowing, sweet red
June Acott would be a summer wine
She would be a pricey vintage
And as she had aged the sediment would have built up
And it would have smoothed her rough edges
But maybe that wasn't enough
And maybe if she'd been decanted she would have aged seventy-five years
Or maybe seventy-six
But seventy-four is a vintage that anyone would be proud to have in their cabinet
And I hope that whoever built this memorial bench serves her all the time.
ANH
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ANH  England
(England)   
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