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Phony War (1940)
larrylark

White haired old Aunts search for tonics in gin,
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sat stiff and straight, thinner than  pins;
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looking at photos, those moments in time,
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stuffed in a shoe box with loves nursery rhymes.
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Pictures of babies in blue sailor suites
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Dad smiles benignly. “Don’t they look cute?”
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Here is an album he’s turning the page,
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Granddad grins like a monkey, trapped in a cage.
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Time for reflection some body laughs,
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at a shiny pink infant stuck in a zinc bath.
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The cold air raid shelter down by the path,
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where virgins got lost and the die was recast.
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Rationing fashioning worn down at heel,
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eye liner to draw on a pencil thin seam.
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Legs gravy tanned, white at the thighs,
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some kinds of pleasures will not be denied.
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There they were huddled round old wireless sets,
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cursing far away men who they never had met.
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Not one single bomb rattled the door
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as dad clenched his fist during our phoney war.
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9 May 09


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Borrowed...  writing is a craft and skill
working itself into art...
art is when...
you can make a reader...
see things as you see them... this is an artful piece winding itself into your imagination... j.g. smiles
 — goeszon

I am so glad you smile but it does so make the teeth ache, particularly when we refer in the mode of royal "we". Pesonally i prefer a good belly laff and i have plenty of both

Larry who never smirks Lark
 — larrylark

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