Less....we forget Clickety Clack sing steel voices, clamorous Girls at the mill-heels on metal-floral turbans, glamorous; Another world, of work. Oily waters, steaming air, Woodbines, cotton Whiff of Wills gathered in his worsted cloth. Forgotten smells from another region. Along catholic row, skipping my feet pst spires of St. Peter Walls so high, yet voices reach...call out ...Hello Joe.. Down the Legion tonight ?...laughter and banter clickety clack Steam gusts, cotton puffs, bobbing, bobbinvoices. So Happy. A long way walk, so fast my feet are Dancing to keep up. Hawkins the Haberdasher hawks ribbons for hats From walnut boxes - brass handled . Slim Drawers for Sunday gloves and this and thats Pennies from Grandpas pocket, his warm hand holding mine; Yellow ribbons to wear for church. Smiling up at him a proud man, wearing the order of St John. Seared in my memory those ddays. Gone long. Less, we forget.
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