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Title: I remember...

by Angharad from London | in writing, poetry

I remember his eyes, both brown and milky,
I remember his hair all soft and silky,
I remember his laugh, all bark-like and rough.
I remember his courage, when he was acting tough,
I remember his pain sorrow and pity,
I remember how he helped those in the city....

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This is a poem I wrote in school. We had to write one about a woman in World War Two who had just lost her husband and.... well...that's it!

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