Sneaking into sweet shops
Running to catch the bus
Head Mistress made us mind
With scant punishment or fuss.

Satchels thrown to shoulders
Uniforms pressed just right
Girlish giggles as we glanced
At school boy’s smiles so bright.

Dreary, soot stained city
Industrial decay, I must
Have looked at you though
Youthful eyes that day.

~ J.E. (Quantz) Dyrholm ~
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