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How We Won The War

The monster was magnificent, with armour-plated hide,

It kept advancing down the hill, no matter what we tried,

Our guns and bombs had no efffect, it looked like we were through,

Until a child of four went up and loudly shouted BOO!

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Comments

Anna

Tue 7th Jul 2020 04:34

Lovely

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jennifer Malden

Sun 5th Jul 2020 15:32

Lovely! Wondered who the owl was by. Arthur Rackham's drawings were marvellous, even as a child I realised that, as there were several old books of children's stories illustrated by him in the bookcase at home. Would love to have them now.

Jennifer

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Sat 4th Jul 2020 01:31

The canterville ghost.....sounds like it!

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