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Fantasy Days
Oh, those fantasy days
Of narrow houses, long gardens,
Backing on to the railway line,
Where passengers marvelled
At the symmetry of washing,
Doing its flappy each-way act.
The vegetable patches
Gobbled up the dust and grime,
And smiles were extracted
From the school of hard knocks.
At sunset, big, proud men
Would contemplate their lot,
And bow sun-fired heads
...Saturday 6th July 2024 9:09 am
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