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I remember the cheese of my childhood, And bread that we cut with a knife. When children helped with the housework, And the men went to work, not the wife. The cheese never needed an ice chest, The bread was so crusty and hot. The children were seldom unhappy, And the wife was content with her lot. I remember the milk from the 'billy', With yummy rich cream on the top. Our dinners came out of the oven, And not from a fridge in a shop. The kids were a lot more contented, And didn't need money for kicks, But a game with their mates in the roadway, And sometimes the Saturday "flicks". I remember the shop on the corner, Where a penn'orth of lollies was sold. Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic, Or is it I'm just getting old.
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NOSTALGIA 