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CHILDHOOD TALKS.
The days of slate and chalk,
have now taken a long walk,
They hold memories,
just like the evergreen trees.
The days when I played out,
until my parents had to pout;
sweating by the toiless work called...
The days of slate and chalk,
have now taken a long walk,
They hold memories,
just like the evergreen trees.
The days when I played out,
until my parents had to pout;
sweating by the toiless work called...
