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Disappearing wall signs

The Nag's Head

and

Ye Old John O' Gaunt

Public Houses

that I used to haunt.

 

But it was different then

jeez

you could buy beer and ciggies

even if you were only ten,

 

and now

which is the now we bow before

you have to have a risk assessment done

to go out in the sun.

 

I am

remembering the way it was

and not because it was

just because I am.

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Mar 16
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