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anzac eve— a crow watches old men clean the cenotaph |
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waiting for dawn the bugler's breath rising |
ross clark |
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sandy feet the drag of family medals on his tee shirt |
beverley george |
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Anzac dawn the bronze wall chills my hand |
quendryth young |
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Anzac Day a baby's cry fills our minute's silence |
beverley george |
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Anzacs — the glint of pennies spinning |
ken daley |
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Anzac sunrise the old bugler's lips quiver |
bett angel-starwarz |
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sprigs of rosemary something about the tea urn makes me cry |
beverley george |
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