Poetry

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Down the lane,accross the quarry,to the shop in a
hurry,a loaf,of bread,a pint of milk,some cheese as well that was it i think,it's saturday and in a
hurry,a matinee at 3 o' clock,to the picture house
down town,join the queue at half past two,picture
starts at three,a comedy,or a wild west show,take
a seat not to near the screen,if a frightening
show let out a scream,it could be dracula,or the
wolf man way back then,scary shows but they were good,got some thrills like you should,four or
eight pence were the prices then some sixty five years ago,they were the ones in my youthful days,
lots of memories in many ways,pictures gone,good
memories stay,always or some such days,
Joe.

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