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One morning in spring
We marched from Devizes
All shapes and all sizes
Like beads on a string,
But yet with a swing
We trod the bluemetal
And full of high fettle
We started to sing.

— John Manifold

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No, not the Rhine, the Niger or the Thames
Sluggish with history and reflected flames
Is worth a drop of Yarra. Till time ends
Nothing of Europe holds a hope for me,
Nor is the mistral worth the wind that blends
Bluegum and cordite with the southern sea.

This is not sorrow, this is work: I build
A cairn of words over a silent man,
My friend John Learmonth whom the Germans killed.

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