31.5.09

BUCKLE MY SHOE

From a flier passed around during the last Friday of the month happy hour by the man in unit number 12.
Do you remember when
Water trickled down the butcher shop window
The postman blew a whistle
Petrol was sold on the curbside
The night cart never failed to wake us in the morning
Police on point duty wore a white summer helmet
A bag full of broken biscuits could be had for a tuppence
Bread was sold from a basket
Clothes were lifted from boiling water with a copper stick