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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those were the Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh for the days of ginger-beer<br>The days I hold so very dear; <br>Still vivid in my memory's eye<br>Games of hopscotch and eye-spy.<br>Saving jam-jars for the school<br>Catching 'cockies' in the pool; <br>Longing for my Christmas toys, <br>Making lots of childish noise.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh for the days of spinning-tops, <br>Playing robbers, playing cops; <br>Playing chiefs and indians too, <br>Paper feathers, paper glue.<br>Bouncing on the bed upstairs<br>After whispering my prayers; <br>Still I see myself at play, <br>So close but yet so far away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh for the days of birthday jelly, <br>Watching popeye on the telly; <br>Bird-nesting upon the rec', <br>Dad insisting: 'Wash your neck! '<br>My torch of red and white and green, <br>Rolling out my plasticine; <br>Bats and stumps and cricket-balls, <br>Sweet young days at old St Pauls'.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(Written Aug 1996)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a></strong></div>