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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mastodon.online/users/brianbilston/statuses/112569769745034936">Brian Bilston (brianbilston@mastodon.online)'s status on Friday, 07-Jun-2024 02:08:03 JST</a><a href="https://mastodon.online/@brianbilston" title="brianbilston@mastodon.online"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/100713-48-20230221173149.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Brian Bilston" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Brian Bilston</a></section><article><p>Here’s a poem in commemoration of the 80th anniversary of D-Day.<br>It’s called ‘Queueing for an Ice Cream’.</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/3202666#notice-6326662">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-06-07T02:08:03+09:00" title="Friday, 07-Jun-2024 02:08:03 JST">about 6 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mastodon.online/@brianbilston/112569769745034936" rel="external" title="Sent from mastodon.online via ActivityPub">mastodon.online</a></span></span><a href="https://mastodon.online/@brianbilston/112569769745034936">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/2745842">Queueing for an Ice Cream
 
although he didn’t smoke, grandad never went anywhere
without the old tobacco tin in his pocket
 
one day me and my brother asked him what he kept in it
some sand, grandad said
 
why do you keep some sand in a tobacco tin, we asked
where else would I keep it, he said
 
but why keep sand at all, we asked
it’s special sand, grandad said, it’s come all the way from France
 
we peered into his tin and stared for a while
French sand didn’t look very special, it looked like ordinary sand to us
 
why’s it so special, we asked
each grain represents an old friend of mine, he said
 
grandad must have had a lot of friends, we thought
did you go to the beach with them when you were a boy, we asked
 
yes, something like that, grandad said, snapping the lid shut,
asking the man for three 99s, two with red sauceBrian Bilston</a></label><br><a href="https://files.mastodon.online/media_attachments/files/112/569/768/274/260/483/original/976cea0851866375.jpeg" rel="external">https://files.mastodon.online/media_attachments/files/112/569/768/274/260/483/original/976cea0851866375.jpeg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Here’s a poem in commemoration of the 80th anniversary of D-Day.
It’s called ‘Queueing for an Ice Cream’.
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1. Queueing for an Ice Cream although he didn’t smoke, grandad never went anywhere without the old tobacco tin in his pocket one day me and my brother asked him what he kept in it some sand, grandad said why do you keep some sand in a tobacco tin, we asked where else would I keep it, he said but why keep sand at all, we asked it’s special sand, grandad said, it’s come all the way from France we peered into his tin and stared for a while French sand didn’t look very special, it looked like ordinary sand to us why’s it so special, we asked each grain represents an old friend of mine, he said grandad must have had a lot of friends, we thought did you go to the beach with them when you were a boy, we asked yes, something like that, grandad said, snapping the lid shut, asking the man for three 99s, two with red sauce Brian Bilston
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