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A tale of age Straight from the page Of an historians book Which is worth a little look As you may know a street Which once held your feet When you were a child All meek and mild But it’s different and not the same From when you played that game With a bat and a ball All petite and small No tarmac was laid Or council workers paid But you existed all the same Like the past in times game And you touched the floor Where fingers have done before So again please take a look At an historians written book Where somebody in your hand Once stood where you stand
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
Historians book
A tale of age Straight from the page Of an historians book Which is worth a little look As you may know a street Which once held your feet When you were a child All meek and mild But it’s different and not the same From when you played that game With a bat and a ball All petite and small No tarmac was laid Or council workers paid But you existed all the same Like the past in times game And you touched the floor Where fingers have done before So again please take a look At an historians written book Where somebody in your hand Once stood where you stand
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Feb 21, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
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