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Apr 2012
What happened to the shoe the plimsoll.
Now not seen?
Has the supple and flexing rubber soul.
These day's never seen.
Came in white or black.
Some had lasses.
Some elasticated encases.
They always fitted the foot.
And to run and play.
Give me the elastic sided ones any day.
On the white ones.
You would polish them with Blanco.
To keep then witter than your teeth.
Black ones you just wash.
Teachers used for punishment.
Now my **** still has.
Blanco and Black gloss.

Come Back Plimsoll.
O Plimsoll how I miss you.
And in my past lost.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Eileen Prunster
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