Wednesday, 2 July 2025

Part Two: The good Old Days

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            In the good old days

I could say what I wanted

and I loved everybody.

Back in the good old days.

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My letter box housed

Letters, junk mail

And postcards from friends.

In the silly season, Christmas cards.

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A week after my holidays

I liked my photos.

My friends came to a slide night.

I told the story in each and every slide.

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When a bushfire approached

The story of my life.

Hundreds of heavy photo albums.

Filled my wheelbarrow.

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Sunday in the local church

I squirmed and fidgeted

with my neatly dressed mates

and gawked at the females.