Oh for the days of ginger-beer
The days I hold so very dear;
Still vivid in my memory's eye
Games of hopscotch and eye-spy.
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Oh yes, oh for those days of childhood bliss, when you didn't really want to kiss, you didn't want your great Aunt Sue to pinch your cheeks all black and blue - I loved this poem - well done you!
Great memories from a time gone by many thanks for a great read.