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....and 8 more excerpts from the many stories in the book
   weddings...remember the scramble?

Ha'pennies an pennies an thrupenny bits
trying to catch some in your grubby mits
silver thrupennies disguised as tanners
and all the kids forgetting their manners
pushing and shoving on the ground
chasing the coins that were rolling around
down in the gutter for the last few pence
and at the time it seemed perfect sense
The fire was used like a second bin
if it could burn it went in
rubber or plastic or an empty box
shoes or boots or smelly socks
even potato peelings out of the sink
heaped on the fire creating a stink
the skins got baked with crispy edges
nowadays sold as potato wedges
the drowning 
I took them down to where we played
and wee Pat's clothes were where they laid
they looked up and down the riverbank
the sergeant questioning on where he sank
we were all stunned and could hardly talk
fearfully trembling and overcome by shock 
he looked into the river and shook his head
and knew perfectly well Patrick was dead
orange walk 
Now I know I'm far too young to talk
but I'll make an exception for the Orange walk
I am not very tall as I am not yet two
so I am on dad's shoulders for a better view
but all I see is a sea of heads
baldies and bunnets and middle sheds
and hair styles purely designed to shock
I can't wait to see this orange walk
  my first kiss
It was then it happened my first kiss
I never dreamed it could be like this
things were happening I can't describe
funny feelings deep inside
she looked into my eyes then closed her own
and I felt myself turn to stone
she placed her lips on top of mine
and I drunk a cup of the sweetest wine
after school 
I went to the job centre we called it the broo
with dozens of others we formed a queue
the place was smelly and full of smoke
we stood in the line and never spoke
you didn't seem to have any choice
you took your turn with the rest of the boys
an apprentice joiner for the lad before me
now it was my turn I was soon to see
the challenge
Now the twentieth century has come and gone
my visions of the future were completely wrong
I had thought we would be walking in space
rockets on our backs being commonplace
I had dreams of a world free from disease
where we all had money that grew on trees
a world of no prisons where all would be free
and no homes for the children who were poor like me

tramcar of rhyme....continue journey
Continue the journey....click tram

Winter for us was a very lean time
ironically named British mean time
it was getting dark by mid afternoon
the lights were going on in Glesga toon
ours had been cut off and we'd no gas or coal
the old man barred from collecting his dole
this was the sixties in the welfare state
it never reached us or it must have been late


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