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Sep 2013
Cecil Barry Barraclough was known for being very very tough but in his heart, he was in reality a custard ****.
Kind and caring all for sharing and doing what he could, he would help old ladies cross the street and meet each morning with a grin,
but Cecil was so very thin, a sickness I am told,Poor Cecil
will not be around for long,
Cecil will not get old.
His Lover Marjorie, was so upset by this dreadful news and not the news that she would choose for her dear mate,
then one day came and Poor Cecil played out the game and was late.
Call it fate under your breath and call it death out loud but I was proud to know this man who wasn't tough,who wasn't rough but was known as Cecil Barry Barraclough.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  63/Here and now
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