I smell my grandmother's molasses cookies.
Deep dish apple and peach pies.
And grape preserves she would make.
And my own mother's beautiful hair,
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Took me back to MY happy early years in Liverpool.Great big family times all loved and cherished.Thanks for this one Lawrence.really enjoyed it. Sid.