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When I was young

I know that place called yesterday,

I used to live there to.

All my clothes were handed down,

Not just coat and shoe.

 

Father was the family head,

But mother took control.

He kept a firm hand on us,

We never lied or stole.

 

At school we behaeved our self's,

Teachers always right.

Learning tables with a rhyme,

Doing homework every night.

 

Playing in the back street,

Skiping rope from side to side.

Jumping in and out,

Taking turns with pride.

 

A single policeman patroled this patch,

His motorbike was heard.

Mischievous children stopped in owe,

cautiously moving on deterred.

 

Respect was taught a way of life,

Not for reward or gain.

We were all brought up this way,

Why can't we be that way again?.

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john-ryles
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Dec 3, 2019
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