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Our evacuation poem for the poetry recital »


I’ve packed my clothes my Sunday best,
There is no room for all the rest.
I’ve packed my memories in my head,
At night ill share them with my ted.
I’ve left my home, my own bedroom,
I’ve left the smell of mum’s perfume.
I’ve left my mum she had to stay,
I wish she had come with me today.
I’ve left…

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