THE MAN HE KILLED By T. Hardy 1840 – 1928

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HAD HE AND I BUT MET BY SOME OLD ANCIENT INN,

WE SHOULD HAVE SAT US DOWN TO WET RIGHT MANY A BOTTLES.

My Take is the Spirit of Neighbouring. Or perhaps in a Hospital Ward ?

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