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So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise.
With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thing just follow your nose, they are the same ones you have had on all week.
Don't look for underpants, there are none there you never had any but you don't seem to care.
Of you go down the street, following the other kids with wrong sized shoes on my feet.
At least the classroom is nice and warm, Mr Brown is our teacher small man with glasses and a plywood suit (herring bone) he asks the same question he dose everyday, who as not had breakfast today. All the grubby hands go up in the air, we know he has biscuits to share.
At last the dinner bell rings, lets see what today's dinner brings. Cheese and onion pie with crumble to follow, wish we could have the same tomorrow. But when dinner is free, paid for by the state you eat whatever is put on your plate.
If your lucky you have a penny or two spend off to the corner shop with it's penny tray, I could buy the lot , if I had a quid to pay.
I was never good at school, especially maths, Mrs Banks said your as thick as a plank.
Leave school go down the pit, I would be lying if i said I wasn't scared a bit.
Life of a Lancashire lad tha knows, not sure it would have been the one I chose.

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