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Post by Matt James on Apr 16, 2009 13:02:01 GMT
Bygone Memories
I remember the pillbox, the pouch and the bike, The chest puffed out proudly; we’ve not seen the like Of the telegram boy from the telephone co . For it seems like an age – where do memories go? I remember those tears, uncontrollable joy At the news brought along by the telegram boy; I remember those tears which tore good souls apart, The loss of a loved one which broke the sad heart . I remember the power to impart news of such Impaction on others, the heart – strings to touch; Those mem’ries live on and for me shall not die For that telegram boy in the pillbox was I.
By Ian.C.Gray Wollaton, Nottingham
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