Lodge Street
where we'd go and meet Nana on Sunday
after the Methodist prayers.
an old mill workers terraced house,
outside privvy and inside
the steepest stairs
a slice of real Victoriana back in the sixties
and we kids were just pixies back then
torn down as
they remodelled
the old town
new they say is the way to go
the old sign's still there
you just have to know
where to look.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
Lodge Street
where we'd go and meet Nana on Sunday
after the Methodist prayers.
an old mill workers terraced house,
outside privvy and inside
the steepest stairs
a slice of real Victoriana back in the sixties
and we kids were just pixies back then
torn down as
they remodelled
the old town
new they say is the way to go
the old sign's still there
you just have to know
where to look.
This came with a picture of the old street sign which is all that remains, if you want to see it pop over to my Facebook page.
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