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Andrew Little’s Rolls, by J Cornfield

Andrew Little’s Rolls, by J Cornfield

No matter where i go, no matter what I see, 
My hearts always in Blantyre, where i long to be.
Some things I’ve forgotten, but one Ive never forgot,
The smell o Little’s rolls, especially when they’re hot.
Young ones nowadays, don’t know what they’ve missed.
Why eating Little’s rolls, is better than being kissed.
Whenever i saw Isa standing, outside their front door,
Then round the back I would go, when we wanted more.
The aroma form the Bakehouse, especially from the ovens,
Was enough to make you think, of buying another dozen.
I know things are not the same, everything up the poles,
But as long as I’ll live, I’ll never forget Andra Little’s Rolls.

James Cornfield 2012

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