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Memories
a real
memory-jerker for the older lookers-in. I used to love hearing the sound
of the tram when it came all the way down the track - to Brown Street.
That meant the school day was just about finished! If there was one
there at dinner time - a ha'penny got you all the way up to the Cross.
Jeeze, listen tae m'self - I sound like my auld grandfather!
by Glen gibb
one from Glen
reflecting on what used to be.
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