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He lived next door but one to us and chased me down the entry. We went to school and played our tricks. We worked at weaving - wenched and fished. Listened to the deadly yarn the friendly seargeant spun. Signed us up, lined us up like bobbins waiting for our places in the sun. Willie shared a fage with me before the whistle blew. We had a packet left so shared our memories too. We walked straight as shuttles through that valley of the Somme. Six hundred fell with Willie 'neath the barrage from the *** The slaughter carried on. The East Lancs filled our ranks from outside Accrington. Will sharing **** catch on?
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sharing ****
He lived next door but one to us and chased me down the entry. We went to school and played our tricks. We worked at weaving - wenched and fished. Listened to the deadly yarn the friendly seargeant spun. Signed us up, lined us up like bobbins waiting for our places in the sun. Willie shared a fage with me before the whistle blew. We had a packet left so shared our memories too. We walked straight as shuttles through that valley of the Somme. Six hundred fell with Willie 'neath the barrage from the *** The slaughter carried on. The East Lancs filled our ranks from outside Accrington. Will sharing **** catch on?
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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