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Laughter rent the air
A perfect mix of sun and rain
Glittering raindrops
Children screaming
Stomping on sun kissed puddles
Driving tyre sticked
Ferraris, BMWs, Mercedes
With sound effects
Mbrrr…nyeeeeee….pshhhhh
Toys are us!
All you needed was a little
Imagination
And the cars came to life
Never mind the missing
Iron coat hangers and patipati
And all the rubber bands
Ohh what fun
The splashing and racing
‘Safarirary’ a muddy affair
Dirt was good
And Persil knew
To those who made fun
And still do

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  1. AnonymousAugust 27, 2011

    the good old days... well, in my case we had barbies made out of sponge or mattresses and sticks!!!oh cartons came in handy as doll houses!!!! :)

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  2. saltedpenAugust 30, 2011

    yup! the good old days...sigh.kids don't play no more these days no wonder omo is encouraging them to go play

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