Sweets
sweets
after the war in Norway, there were little in the way
of sweets and what we could buy was rationed.
But all was not lost, my mother melted sugar in a frying pan
when the sugar became liquefied, she put it on a paper
to cool off, she then turned the paper turned it around and
we had sweets, and I remember it tasted wondrous.
Time got better, the rationing stopped and, there were many
children with rotten teeth, the school dentists had a lot to do.
I was not especially fond of sugary things and because of this
I still, except three teeth have got my own.
This, however, didn´t stop me from getting diabetes which
my dear doctor insisted were caused by an overindulgence of
Rum& coca cola and beer.
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