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The Discontented Decade

Dustmen were dirty Shoes had holes Typewriters qwerty Clothes were old School was tough, kids were rough Summers were always, quite cold Three-day week No power at night Week after week another union strike Nothing to do, so early to bed Wake the next day to no loaves of bread No central heating Winters were freezing No phone tweeting Less coughing and sneezing TV was great, watching films late The Friday night Hammer, the best to see British bulldog we played, as gangs in the street The shop round the corner, had all the best sweets And despite everything, when all’s said and done The discontented decade was still lots of fun!

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Date: 12/13/2022 2:13:00 AM
And now it's starting again. We never learn do we? Enjoyed this
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Date: 11/12/2022 9:31:00 AM
It's hard to subdue the human spirit. And the British one is especially durable, or so I've been told.
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Date: 11/6/2022 3:27:00 AM
Nice one
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Date: 11/5/2022 4:56:00 AM
Thanks for the memories I enjoyed it very much.
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Wendy Sayers
Date: 11/5/2022 10:04:00 AM
Thank you Les I am glad you enjoyed my trip down memory lane
Date: 11/2/2022 2:43:00 PM
Great poem with showing the highlight and importance of the fun in this :)
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Wendy Sayers
Date: 11/5/2022 2:31:00 AM
Thanks Heidi it's nice to know someone understands my meaning in this poem. Have a good day:-)

Book: Shattered Sighs