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By Grandad’s Bed

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 mustard gas started it
his death a reward for running away under age
to the trenches for king and country

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 afterwards
years of decorating inside and out
the council houses of Sheffield

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 saturday afternoon
mum runs a comb through his silver-grey hair
loud shouts to the radio of play up you owls

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 painter’s lung
the bottle of oxygen
by grandad’s bed

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/by-grandads-bed/