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All Sorts – Ann’s Christmas Eve poem

All Sorts Everyone helped on Christmas eve, the children in the living room trusted to make neat crosses on sprouts bottoms, peel potatoes and prod the hot chestnuts We’d laugh at my mother’s story of corn beef roast during the … Continue reading

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