How It Is

By Silver Spun Sand
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He was posted to Basra,
Royal Engineers
Parachute Squadron;
flew high
above the shifting sands.
Knew a thing or two
about explosives...
until a landmine
blew him to bits.
Her back home
stacked shelves
part-time at Tesco –
raised the twins.
Washed and ironed sheets
fresh for their beds,
tucked them in at nights,
baked cheese scones
for their teas.
Each evening at six
took a cloth
from the drawer,
set the table for four.
It took her years
to kick the habit.
His mates call him a hero.
They call her a widow
who tries to make
ends meet.
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Another very smooth and
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Silver-Spun-Sand this sounds
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Again the understatement in
Gibbous House: Ewan's First Novel
No Good Deed : Ewan's Second Novel "the same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse"
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I like this one Tina! I
(^_^)
best regards,
yReNe
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I remember you posting this
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I remember this one, it
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It was the setting the table
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Thanks for this Tina. War is
ashb
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