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Soon, very soon, I’ll be leaving;

And now I wish I’d visited you more

So you could tell me stories of when you

Were a girl.

How you wished the factory where you worked;

Had burnt down in the night.

How you had to share a bed with your

Four sisters.

When you played rounder’s, in Platt Fields park;

And missed the last bus home.

Soon, very soon, I’ll be leaving: And

When I return, you might not be here

Please, please - tell me some more stories.


Belinda Johnston


◄ A Different Race

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Zuzanna Musial

Mon 3rd Mar 2008 04:18

Hello, Belinda
It was a pleasure to go back memory lane and think back of my life. I too left my sisters behind in different Continent. Well written, nostalgias in your words. Enjoyed reading your write.


Warm Regards,

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clarissa mckone

Mon 3rd Mar 2008 03:07

I love this Belinda, its so nice, and made me think of times now gone, that someday Ill be the old Nan and Ill tell the storys. Life its remarkable,even the normal day to day stuff is great! Wonderful poem I really enjoyed reading this.

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