| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| across the tip of your nose, play at | 0%
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| After you'd gone I went into your bedroom, | 0%
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| and poppies had already been placed | 0%
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| and this is where it has led me, | 0%
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| and you were away, intoxicated. | 0%
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| an ornamental stitch. I listened, hoping to hear | 0%
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| as I could, smoothed down your shirt's | 0%
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| a winter coat or reinforcements of scarf, gloves. | 0%
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| being Eskimos like we did when | 0%
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| blackthorns of your hair. All my words | 0%
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| flattened, rolled, turned into felt, | 0%
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| I pinned one onto your lapel, crimped petals, | 0%
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| I rounded up as many white cat hairs | 0%
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| it open, the world overflowing | 0%
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| Later a single dove flew from the pear tree, | 0%
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| leaned against it like a wishbone. | 0%
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| like a treasure chest. A split second | 0%
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| making tucks, darts, pleats, hat-less, without | 0%
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| of my face. I wanted to graze my nose | 0%
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| of yellow bias binding around your blazer. | 0%
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| on individual war gravers. Before you left, | 0%
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| On reachiing the top of the hill I traced | 0%
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| released a song bird from its cage. | 0%
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| Sellotape bandaged around my hand, | 0%
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| skirting the church yard walls, my stomach busy | 0%
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| slowly melting. I was brave, as I walked | 0%
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| spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockade | 0%
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| The dove pulled freely against the sky, | 0%
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| the inscriptions on the war memorial, | 0%
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| Three days before Armistice Sunday | 0%
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| to run my fingers through the gelled | 0%
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| upturned collar, steeled the softening | 0%
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| with you, to the front door, threw | 0%
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| your playground voice catching on the wind. | 0%
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| you were little. I resisted the impulse | 0%
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