past three o'clock
on a cold frosty morning
past three o'clock
good morrow masters all
memories of school
the school choir
giggling gerties
wearing hats and gloves
along with an overwhelming nostalgia of
a more gentle innocent time
long long ago
past three o'clock
on a cold frosty morning
past three o'clock
good morrow masters all
memories of school
the school choir
giggling gerties
wearing hats and gloves
along with an overwhelming nostalgia of
a more gentle innocent time
long long ago
I resonate with this poem so much. It takes me back to when I sang in the choir, wearing a round brimmed hat with streamers down the back, and white gloves. I miss the innocence of that time. The kids of today get way too much reality, and it isnt pretty.
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