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This “poem” no longer has meaning
“Here I sit broken hearted
Paid a penny
And only farted”
I remember having to pay a penny at the Adelaide railway station
When I was a child I travelled to Adelaide by myself every week to attend Gwen Mackey’s ballet school (which was in the grounds of the Adelaide railway station)
Not having a penny for the toilet was a real problem
I remember a time when “needing to go” when out of money…
I would crawl under the locked door —
Hey… I was about 6, and it only happened once or twice.
i can relate