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Nov 2014
What of life and all that’s been,
Mine was stolen on a field of green,
For king and country, god and mum,
laid down in the shadows, never saw the sun.
100 years is mine to tell,
no comforting arms for those that fell,
I ask no pity, tears or plea,
Just once on a morn, remember me.
I wrote and posted this poem on here earlier in the year but today, the anniversary of the end of the WW1, it seemed appropriate to do so again, in remembrance of all those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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