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Post by sparkle on Nov 25, 2009 8:30:49 GMT -5
my grans told me of days gone by of fields and daisy chains when neighbours left there doors unlocked and steam propelled the trains
when news was spread via corner shops and gaslight lit the streets when every step was donkey stoned and mangles squeezed the sheets
when smoke rose from the chimney tops and turned the washing grey when children saw themselves to school and the rag man pulled his drey
she said somedays were really tough and food was hard to find but friends were worth their weight in gold and gave her peace of mind
when children played out on the streets with footballs made of rags and uncles pawn shop made a bomb and shops would sell five fags
when every boy was scrutinised before he met her daughter first he had to come to tea before she'd let him court her
my grans so tough survived the war and lives in yesterday i love to sit and hear her tales she has so much to say
we take so much for granted now technologys such a seller what memories will fill my mind when i'm the story teller
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