My Grandpa was a sheep farmer and on the night of his funeral I had lamb for tea.
I sat on the back of sheep as a child.
Picked plums from trees and put them in plastic bags until the bags were full.
Went Badger watching down the Quarry and saw Badgers.
I saw him swing newborn lambs around by their legs to get some air into their lungs, like blunt propellers to some sort of aeroplane made from life fighting to get it off the ground.
My Grandpa was a sheep farmer and on the night of his funeral I had lamb for tea.
Monday 18 May 2009
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we read this on a very special day, the 26th of May
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