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Saturday, November 15, 2008, 07:00
This is a poem of where I was born
In a council house with carpets worn!
But on this estate is where I flourished
Though money was short, I was well nourished
My dad was retired, and liked the odd bet
A mere two shillings wouldn't put us in debt
At bingo my mam would try her luck!
"House" she had shouted "To do with a duck!"
My childhood friends were Julie and Ros
We were always together
That's how it was!
Then along came Julia and Gail
We would walk for hours
Through rain or hail.
As we grew up we made more friends
Who were June and Annette
With the latest hair trends.
On Saturday mornings we'd go to the Rank
Where we would dance for hours
Until our hair was lank.
Steve Dewitt the DJ would play the sounds
While we danced round our handbags
Which were out of bounds.
To the "Hustle" we would strut our stuff
When the boys couldn't do it,
Off they went in a huff.
Pans People would dance to the latest hit
We would watch them with envy
Cos they were so fit.
With Crazy Horses and Tiger Feet
That music was a fast dance beat.
And quizzes from the Jukebox Jury
And the Rubettes Twistin Jives
Growing up in the 70s
Was the best time of our lives.
Mrs A. Trick
Ravenhill, Swansea.
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