I come from the Honey Pot nursery
\nunder my Dad\u2019s work
\nwhere my brother spewed all over our teacher,<\/p>\n
I come from memories of my brother
\nriding his go-kart around while
\nI was sitting there eagerly wanting a shot.<\/p>\n
I come from runs, walks and cycles and a BIG world of football,
\nMy brother fighting me
\nand doing lots of jobs at home and outside of it.<\/p>\n
I come from a WW2 survivor, Great Grandpa,
\nwho lives in Aberfeldy just now
\nand loves it when we go and see him.<\/p>\n
I come from running with the ball
\nand scoring goals and finding friends on the football pitch.
\nI come from making sure my little brother behaves,
\nAnd doesn\u2019t get shouted at.<\/p>\n
I come from<\/p>\n
by Dougal Mcadam<\/p>\n
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I come from the Honey Pot nursery under my Dad\u2019s work where my brother spewed all over our teacher, I come from memories of my brother riding his go-kart around while I was sitting there eagerly wanting a shot. I come from runs, walks and cycles and a BIG world of football, My brother fighting … Continue reading The Honeypot Nursery<\/span>