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Times Past.
We went to the village fete today,
Melanie and I,
Gloss green grass, all trees a-sway.
And stalls set out with pride.
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Many tears, and many years
Were lived within those bounds.
No strangers walked the village way
When 'Harry the baker,' went his rounds,
And Janet still ran, the village shop
An old fashioned and homely place to stop.
My Sarah rang the 'Big Church' bells,
In Sunday school God's tale she'd tell.
Melanie, so many friends, gathered on the green.
Games of forty-forty, hide and seek,
And tag.
Water fights, fizzy drinks and ice cream
From the van.
No walk along the village street
Would see you go alone,
So many people to meet, or greet
And every person known.
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We went to the village fete decked gay,
Melanie and I,
And many faces passed our way,
Not one of them we knew, today.
