Playing marbles on the pavement
Five stones on the floor
Collecting cigarette cards
Hit stockinged balls against the door
Playing soccer with a tennis ball
Knock down Ginger on the run
Scrumping apples still to ripen
Runouts one by one
Mothers came out calling loud
For it was way too dark to see
Emerging from our bombed-out camps
That stank of damp and urchins’ pee
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