Old Ann Rostrons Shop

We’d be sent to the shop once a day
With a handwritten list from our Mum,
Our eyes seduced through the counter of glass
By endless chocolates, sherbets and gum
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An errand from Dad to buy his cigs
A scribbled note to make it legal,
“Keep the change, but hurry home
And bring my twenty Regal”
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In November the counter would change
With pyrotechnics being all the rage,
She would turn a blind eye and sell with a sigh
But never did ask our age.
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But it turned out the gossip was true
And with most of Earle Street knocked down,
That Ann and her shop moved away
To some other part of town
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We peered through the glass of the shop
Alas, no magic was there to be found,
The door was open, we stepped inside
We decided to look around
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She no longer sat in her comfy chair
And Earle street just wasn’t the same,
The shelves were bare, no magic was there
Now just the memories remain.