I remember
I remember the days. The good old days. Those days when I could get a return ticket on the bus. When a smile was real. When the sun shine erupted in the Summer and retreated on those crisp, frosty Winter morns. Ice poles. When cider was made with apples. When a Happy Meal made me happy, when children were content to sit and play with lego horses, when we had respect for politicians and our ruler was on the front line. I remember when 10p crisps cost 10p. I remember football as a game, not a business, and when Ipswich Town were good. I remember waiting for Santa. I remember randomly knocking for people hoping they were in. I remember 3.5. I remember you.
I remember the days. The good old days. Those days when I could get a return ticket on the bus. When a smile was real. When the sun shine erupted in the Summer and retreated on those crisp, frosty Winter morns. Ice poles. When cider was made with apples. When a Happy Meal made me happy, when children were content to sit and play with lego horses, when we had respect for politicians and our ruler was on the front line. I remember when 10p crisps cost 10p. I remember football as a game, not a business, and when Ipswich Town were good. I remember waiting for Santa. I remember randomly knocking for people hoping they were in. I remember 3.5. I remember you.
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