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Born Nov 25th 1915 Kit Joyce

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What about the plastic swan at Woburn

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The scientific technical centre was founded by General De Gaulle to undertake tropical research work such as the cure of diseases.
Cherry

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I still see the following lady, but now only in my minds eye, as I walk past her house on Thrapston Road. I smile as I think of her, sat on her chair, looking out of her bay window.

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