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Love in a paper bag

I remember running 

To the corner shop

A 10p mix-up 

Is what I got!

 

Exotic pineapple

In sugary cubes

Mixed in with 1p

and ½ penny chews!

 

There were Hearts of love

With messages wrote 

To give to those

Who floated your boat

 

Liquorice laces!

Hubba Bubba too

So you could blow pink bubbles

As big as me and you!

(OK, so that might be 

a ...

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Sweetshopmemories

How It Should Bee...

 

    

Ssssh

Listen…

Modern world blocking the transmission?

Too much traffic? 

A world too erratic

 

Does the whispering grass 

still play a tune

Or has brick and mortar 

brought it to ruin?

 

This world is so fast!

Take me back to the past!

It makes such a din

I don't know where to begin!

 

And cars, 

bloody cars everywhere!

If I had an...

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Memoriesfamily

The Changing Breeze

 

Before the demolition

Turned my old Street

Into rubble

I went to steal some memories

Of our laughter & our struggle

 

I went to hopscotch down

The chalk lines of the past

Play tag with the echoes

Of ones who didn't last

 

Time had aged the street

Like a persons face too old

It wore the strain of many toils

From the ending of 'black gold'

 

I wal...

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The Falling of Snow

 

It takes me back to a boy;

the falling of snow

To a fluffy, white street

under a streetlight's dull glow:

 

Where an old man trudges through

Each foot now a plough

Eyes squinting to see

The here and the now

 

I watch from a window

My youthful eyes wide

Thinking: move to the road

Then you can slide!

 

But he carries on trudging

As I shake my youn...

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