YesteryearA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhen we have such memories we know progress has been made and we are old!Yesteryear Old Oak in dingy, dusty, damp cellars. Distemper covered walls leading to a larder and a tin opener. Monochrome flickering newsreel, often interrupted by power cuts. Tram tracks sunk into cobbled roads where smoke, coal tar perfumed, spills from roof stacks and permeates terraced streets where children play in blissful ignorance. Fish and chips wrapped in yesterday's news of dole queues and war. 04/04/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2017 Last Updated on April 4, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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