"BEFORE the war," she sighs. "Before the war." Then blinks 'er eyes, an' tries to work a smile. "Ole scenes," she sez, "don't look the same no more. Ole ways," she sez, "seems to 'ave changed their style, The pleasures that we 'ad don't seem worth while-- Them simple joys that passed an hour away-- An' troubles, that we used to so revile, 'Ow small they look," she sez. "'Ow small to-day. "This war!" sighs ole Mar Flood. An' when I seen The ole girl sittin' in our parlour there, Tellin' 'er troubles to my wife, Doreen, As though the talkin' eased 'er load uv care, I thinks uv mothers, 'ere an' everywhere, Smilin' a bit while they are grievin' sore For grown-up babies, fightin' Over There; An…
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