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Sep 2017
Lydia's father was up early
he was on an early shift.

Lydia got up and drifted
into the sitting room
where he sitting at the table
eating toast and sipping his tea.

Up early Princess
couldn't you sleep?

Gloria's got most of the bed
and she throws her arms out
when she's sleeping,
Lydia said.

Her father looked at her:
what are you upto today?  

Might go out with Benny.

Where you going?

Lydia shrugged:
don't know depends
on where we decide.

Her father smiled:
quite a couple aren't you.

Might go to Victoria train station
see the steam trains,
she said.

Mind the roads,
he said.

We'll probably go by bus
if Mum'll let me have the fare,
she said.

He raised his eyebrows:
good luck with that Princess;
more chance of getting blood
out of a stone.

He finished his tea
and toast and left.

She sat there gazing
at his empty all cup
all alone.
Kids in London 1958
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  73/M/England
   ---, Ian Lewis Copestick and Donna
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