Back in the day,
When I was a little whipper snapper in Leeds,
We would go "chumping", as we called it, for firewood,
For weeks and weeks.
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Roaring fire on a chill Winter night amazes mind. This poem is definitely very amazingly and brilliantly penned.10
I suppose this is more a story than a poem. But I'm glad you appreciate these old memories of mine.