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Terry
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Scent of a son
Scent of a son. I can still smell him pressing his sheets to my face I can still smell him. My son he went away a teenage boy I can still smell him. He died a man searing shrapnel
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Dismissed
Dismissed Don't worry; I'm at peace now, Safe inside my pine box, Draped in the flag I fought and died for, Don't pity me, it was my job, I'm a soldier, I replied to my country's call,
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Granddads Final Journey
Granddad's Final Journey Clatter, wobble, clatter, wobble went the wheels of the pram as he pushed it up the steep incline to the park. It was a faded brown 'Silver Cross', the premier of prams, not like the thin tubular rubbish they mass-produce today. He breathed heavily as the weight of his heavy overcoat began to take its toll on the aged but still erect figure of the man. Ah! At last the park gates, just a short breather before entering the lush greenery of the park, taking off his overcoat he drapes it carefully over the pram handle, gently, so as not to wake the sleeping occupant. The clatter and wobble of the broken wheel screeched into his brain, "Bloody wheel the man mumbled to himself.
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The lost princess
The Lost Princess Faint rays of sunshine bled through the gnarled branches of the tall trees in the Grindle forest. The rustle of small animals in the short tufts of grass startled Princess Romy as she gathered hazel nuts from the small swaying bushes; a squirrel hopped cheekily forward, begging the princess for a few of her nuts from the basket. Princess Romy giggled and bent down offering a handful of hazel nuts to the chattering squirrel, the squirrel took them and raced up the nearest tree to eat them.
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The visit
The Visit The fluttering of fairy wings at her pillow awoke Romy from her sleep, rubbing her eyes she focused on the tiny figure now perched on her duvet. "Hello said the fairy "My name is Flutterbye, what's your name? Romy could hardly believe her eyes but managed to reply to the fairy in a shaky voice "I'm Romy, where have you come from? Flutterbye grinned and fluttered onto Romy's chin "Does that tickle she giggled as she ran up onto her cheek. "Yes-said Romy shaking her head. "Well little girl said Flutterbye, "I'm on holiday from fairyland and as I know you are fond of fairies, I thought I would visit you, are you glad to see me? "Oh yes said Romy, "I love fairies, would you like to play with me?
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