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Jan 27
We were in our shed
Me and my mate
We were making a bomb,
When The bomb went of
It was just our fate.
The bomb created
Lots of harm
We Both lost
legs and
And both
our arms.
For being stupid
The reward for
Me and my mate
We Got a jobs
as paper weights.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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