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A Bank Holiday afternoon,



On a nice warm Spring day



So we've packed up the car



And we're off and on our way



To the Antique Centre, where



I suppose the name gave a clue,



Everything was second hand, 



And they stocked nothing new.  



 



Rows of buildings, an old airfield,



Every room crammed full of stuff



From that in pristine condition to



The Frankly tatty and rough.



In all honesty some of it



Was appealing and nice



Until a closer look revealed



A rather inflated range of price.



 



I think they just thought of a figure



Some cost such an enormous lot



I was convinced they’d purposely



Misplaced the decimal dot.



But I thought of the past 



Of the history of this place



For thirty years used as an



Active Bomber Command base.



 



As well as antiques do those



Rooms hold the laughing ghosts



Of those brave fighting men 



Who gave their all, gave their most



So we can pack up our cars 



And drive off and away



To join the hunt for antique bargains



On a Late Spring Bank Holiday.



 



 



 




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Spring Bank Holiday