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When I Was A Boy
Reading the names carved on the War Memorial,
reflected in West Pond.
Riding my bike over Leoni Bridge,
to the Old Water Mill.
Climbing over the fence I edge along,
until I climb inside the hidden room.
Mum said that buried in All Saints Churchyard,
is a German pilot, killed in the war.
Many hours I've searched amongst the overgrown graves,
but the German pilot cannot be found.
The Grotto is a haunting place, surrounded by ancient trees.
I move my way down the dark, dank tunnel there,
only lit by the flickering flame,
of a candle held in my grubby hand.
Looking for newts in The Hogpit, here in Carshalton Park.
Climbing the easy tree near the gates,
keeping an eye on the time, mustn't be late.
Cycling up the alleyway, the school and the shop called The Gem.
Shall I go past the allotments,
or straight up Stanley Road, to my home?
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