When I was young
along time ago
and lived in a different country.
I used to go into the back garden
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'unmolested sky' is perfect. As is this piece of nostalgia. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Something fascinating watching these machines, flying precariously above our heads. A sort of adoration for them. Those were the days. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
If you didn't put that note in there I would have thought you misspelled duck....makes for a better poem....those big flying machines are a marvel to me