Pushing up on Carlisle Road into the seething shadows
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Through the plastic visor ? a hail of broken kerbstone
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Fire-lit-faces, all the noise ? so much hatred
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What I remember thinking ? I can’t believe this is happening
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All I remember thinking
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Came home four, four-thirty, Emma was waiting up for me
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News chanel drone on the TV, her arms clapsed around her knee
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She looked up but said nothing
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I went up to the kids bedroom, touched their sleeping faces
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Wondered how I could protect them
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Wondered how to protect them
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Carlisle Road
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| New Model Army |
