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The Picket Line - Simon Kempston
I slammed the car door shut, and walked to the picket line, My comrades’ faces were glowing, ‘neath the glorious sunshine. The campfire burned warm and strong as we sheltered by its flames, ‘Til the lorries lumbered up the hill and trundled through the gate. As the scabs crawled through the hole in the fence, […]