My mind goes far back
Memory of those times past
Fifties in England
Youth in post war years
How the sun shone on us then
Some rain fell as well
Summer holiday
Carrying our suitcases
Tired from the train trip
Finding our new digs
Check for fleas and germs hiding
Long walk to beach
Those girls on the prom
Singing, swinging, swaying skirts
Holiday fever
We chatted them up
Their retorts like sharp scissors
That sure took the cake
I recall just one
Enveloped by cockney lass
Was a great kisser
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I was in Brighton this afternoon. Sadly I did not encounter a great cockney kisser - not this time anyway!
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Well, yes, I imagine you would remember the kisser! ;)
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