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Tattoo 1942
It was 1942 and we were exhausted, we'd fought our way to Cairo
While on leave I made friends with Soraya, a local bint
She offered to get a mate to tattoo my chest on the cheap
Which was just as well in the circumstances as I was skint
Out of a library of designs I chose the Great Pyramid up the road
In those days my torso was broader than a redwood tree trunk
Time flies an...
Saturday 2nd May 2020 11:14 am
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