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A box of mini soldiers, some dice and Sean Bean
There was thunder over Europe,
At the wargames club,
as the cannons blazed and shed.
Mass lines of plastic/pewter fighting men
by those great leaders led,
marched on brave with discipline.
Hordes of galloping colours
sabres shining bright,
grateful to enamel paints and varnish,
a bugle charge and forward
brigades heavy and light.
Just make it up as we go.
We all...
Sunday 10th January 2016 8:39 pm
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