Those fresh days of Summer, I fondly recall, For there'll be no others, quite like them at all. A trip to the shop, with three pence in hand, A day at the beach, where we'd play in the sand,
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a nice image of a young age... liked it....thanks for sharing with us....stay safe/pc
Thank you so much.
Thank you Pallab.