Battenberg - A Poem

I wrote this poem after seeing the Giant Puppets in Liverpool when their work was linked to The Pals Battalions. It seemed appropriate to post it today and has led to the discovery that the Giant Puppets may well be back in 2018 - this would be another spectacular event to look forward to.

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