do, wah wotsit bop,

that's a line from a song but I can't place the singer, can't remember the line either, ****** it, my mind with its memory is still in the winter of a sand pit making mud pies and if you don't remember making them you weren't or aren't from way back then.

5 Park Drive
was never an address
it was a pack of cigarettes
and unless I'm mistaken,
Nellie from the shop
charged eleven pence
( in olde money )
for them
and those of us from back then
might still recall that,
I do.

Kay and her Bazaar
set in the old stables
at the bottom end
of Lodge Street,
gone
all
gone,
The Shakespeare,
gone
The Tramway,
gone,
The Yorkshire House,
gone,
The Blue Anchor,
gone,
but I know and you know
that these places live on
in the wild romances of
the memories that
we made in our youth.