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I Remember
As long as I can remember
came Christmas cards in December -
my aunts back home to thank.
With best wishes at yuletide
and always tucked away inside
a cheque from Barclays Bank.
Looking back as I live and muse
on Boxing Day I’d gamble and lose
on some pony my bet to lay.
In the birdcage or at the tote
my losing ticket stubs in my coat
but I’d be back on Cup Day.
Playing poker and alley pool
on our summer break before school
cos that’s what gamblers do.
Or with my aunt cash on my way
for a brand shiny new LP to play
off I’d go to Record Rendezvous.
And from the Sweet Briar fairy
came a birthday card in late January
just a few short weeks hence.
Which was a master stroke
for by then I was always broke
and it made all the difference.
As long as this heart of mine
hearkens a carol at Christmas time
or money to pay what I owed…
I’ll remember a season’s joy
and all the many cards as a boy
I got from Sweet Briar Road.
Written: January 2018
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