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Mar 20
Last brick left
When once a wall
Falling down
When once stood tall
A tiled hat
Windows as eyes
Proud as punch
As people passed by,
My family have gone
All turned to dust,
Im the last brick standing
Now die I must.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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       Jimmy silker and Sarayu
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