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I think this is a charming poem.
It reminds me of being young, making excuses, "swinging the lead" as my father would describe it.
It makes me smile, conjures up memories of summer days back home in Ireland, the happiness, the carefree happiness and innocence of youth.
I can picture our back garden now, the sun beaming down (summers were always better back then), the grass so green, the trees so high.
I was home recently. It's much smaller than I remember...
Mr Mephisto
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