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Sounds of Aural Pasts

a bouncing ball against a wall conkers bashed as Autumn falls the swish of a skipping rope: milk bottles clinking in a crate grate of chalk upon the slate the tinkle of five-stones on a roll: warning moan of an air raid drone of bombers overhead the whispers of prayers said: rattle of the tin-can tommy rasping squeak of a swing the bus stop bell request ring: voices chanting time-tables snap of a teacher cane the double hoot of the fast steam train: raucous yell of the paper-seller the release of the works hooter exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter: peals of a Sunday morn bell the passing funeral ....tolling, ....a death nell

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Date: 10/6/2017 6:45:00 AM
Nice :) enjoyed the aural journey
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 10/6/2017 8:05:00 AM
and you
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/6/2017 7:39:00 AM
Thanks Maureen,have a good weekend

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