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My Granddad.
Granddad 1930
Granddad
Grand lad
Blanket row
to
East Yorkshire
Regiment
Battle garland
“Oppy wood”
18 yrs old
Covered in mud
Killing and dying
Mired in blood
Lived to
Be broken
Lived to be token
Of the man who
Left grandma’s house.
Became fist fighter
Became bare knuckle
Fighter
Champion
Drunkard
Champion of
Old Hul...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 8:34 pm
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