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My First by Harold Houghton

Growing up' I remember my first bogey knocked up from pram wheels and planks of wood' rope nuts and bolts and a few nails eh' it was great steering down those hills as fast as you like no stopping' not even for a bike, brakes there were non speeds reaching fast as a bike' feet are your brakes' heels dug in to slow you down, mother would say; just look at your shoes ruined again Theyle need heeling it cost me money, But mum the bogey cost me nought.