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Grandad
A coal-dust black village,
a dog barks -
memories.
Grandad -
fiddling with bits and bobs
in that shed which had that smell.
Happy,
Focused,
Organised.
And I
looking on,
connected with this man
Grandad,
my Grandad.
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