I am 46 and I still remember the rag and bone man,the french onion guy who was seasonal but used to turn up in sunderland of all places selling onions on stringsthe rag and bone manI remember the pop wagon that delivered bottles of pop and took away your empties every week
and I have recollections of following the coal delivery wagon collecting the spills in a bucket
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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