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 once upon a time




Remember days playing games

Into long bright nights, old familiar

games played happily, shouting =

Rallyo, rallyo whose got the ball,

and wee Doll's playing three balls

against, an adjacent wall.


Innocent times, Queenio, queenio whose got

the ball. We should have tried to keep those

times in our pockets. I believe we lost our marleys

when living streets where razed, gone down the

road of rubble. We left the characters behind

singing for a few bob, working the picture queues.

St tawesa of de woses the children called him beer bottle.


His name was John Donnelly an inoffensive man.

WE left it all behind, as we moved up the road.

New homes, no more open doors,

locked in closed down lives.


New estates, foreign living.

The living streets gone.

Recalled over a pint of

Stout when we sit reminiscing about,

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