The Good Old Days
Where have the good old days gorn
Apple scrumping,to bobbys on bikes
To hop scotch in the park,
Cricket on the green
To Apple pies of such delight
Do you remember the such cold night's
Fires alight in the rooms golden glow upon the walls shadows flow
Oh I so miss them days of gorn.
Duncan of ceizars dreams
20th February 2016
Copyright © Duncan Chappell | Year Posted 2016
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