My first taste of death is when I'm three.
Each day Mum's at work, Mrs K, gets me,
Pushes me home in my grey pushchair,
Stops at Mr Wright's shop where
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Oh! the days of lose biscuits in glass boxes! I used to go into a local shop where if the shopkeeper was busy you could get them for free!