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Still Doing his Bit

Still Doing his Bit Every card and plastic flower rain-soaked soft toy, he collects with aching fingers broken heart ; this old soldier marching now on battery power fills the shopping basket on his red, mobility scooter and lurches, wide … Continue reading

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