Lower Slaughter is a town in the English countryside.
I close my eyes and travel back,
A quick trip into the distant past,
Watch the children running by,
On the corner hawkers cry,
The wind picks up the waters smell,
Clean and cold it rose and fell,
Hear the rap of feet on cobbled stones,
A sound reverberating in the bones,
I open my eyes and hear the ghost of laughter,
And smile at the times spent in Lower Slaughter.
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