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As my grandad lay dying in hospital

Visions of the past threw shadows on the skirting board

Through a fog he could see

Perfectly clearly

A fire team scrambling

He described the soldiers and our eyes grew wet

They were only inches high

Locked in battle

Running to the future

Advancing 'cross the floor

Throughout his life my grandad had a recurring dream

Of fighting as a young man in the muddy fields

On the way to Rome

His company severely depleted

Torn to bloody shreds

The shout came to retreat

When he reached the trench the men were packed like sardines

He couldn’t find a place to hunker down

He would wake up running

Screaming to the platoon

«Is there any room for a little 'un?»

Ooh

Then the soldiers disappeared and my grandad saw

Ascending a tiny stepladder

A balding man in overalls

Who took a brush the size of a postage stamp

And brightened the corner of

That dreary room

In his final moments he was back at home

The smell of Yorkshire puddings drifting through the garden

Tending to the buddlejas

They hover round his hand, ooh

So many beautiful butterflies, ooh

Ooh

Ooh, is there any room from a little one?

Ooh, ooh

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