Boys leasing It was a war effort thing, well we thought so and the lady next door had chickens to feed. We followed like chicks behind a mother hen. With afterthought, we need not have been so keen, but then it was summer, and the days passed slowly’. It was yellow; we scuffled through the patch of... Sign in to see full entry.
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