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Rose-tinted Christmases

How sweet does it seem When we look back Remembering the children we were Remembering the excitement Of opening presents straight from Father Christmas Of eating turkey and plum pudding All smiles and peace We long for the good old days But if we think really hard We remember the fights The shouting, the tears…

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The Music Box

Petite prima does perpetual pirouette On a tiny turntable to a tinny tune She dances you into memory Into the past of childhood Then you watched her dance And imagined a world of wonder Now you are old Childhood dreams are ashes in your mouth The tinny tune that gave you hope Makes you weep