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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand
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