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By kind permission of the Author

I don’t remember the end of the war,
The actual day we were told.
I do remember the frock I wore
The day the party was held.
But was it the day in the history book,
Precisely the eighth of May?
Where would they have found the time to cook
The wonderful spread that day?
And if it was later in the year
For I seem to remember the heat
Were we able then to sing and cheer
At our party in the street
Because the Japs had fallen as well?
The Allies had won the war
And the dads were back, well nearly all,
But things weren’t the same as before.

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