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THE SWEET SHOP

THE SWEET SHOP

It was about the age of 13 or so
That my addiction to sweets started to grow 
After school I would rush to the shop
Filling my pockets with sweets I could not stop

The selection before me was a joy to behold 
Over 100 different varieties or so I was told 
Tooty fruities, smarties and jelly tots
Milk chocolate raisons brought me out in spots 
Let's not forget the flying saucers and the milk chews 
I had to fuel my sweet addiction there was no time to lose 

The 13 year old boy has now turned into a man
I still eat sweets when I can 
The sweets of today are not quite the same 
More expensive and less choice which is a crying shame 

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sparrowsong

Hello Kieran...

Oh those sweet memories!

I remember how much twenty-five cents would get you...

I would ride my bike 3 miles each way and on each handle bar held a bag plus the piece in my mouth that got me home...

The kids today have technology and the better toys, but I wouldn't trade that sweet life for it, not even on a rainy day?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong
 

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KIERAN1369

Hi there 

Many thanks for your kind words 

In England we had 10p mixes ....a mixture of sweets for a fantastic price !

Best wishes Kieran 

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