1982 BGGS Magazine

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GROWING UP The smiling face of the clown slowly fades, Santa ' Claus and the tooth fairy fly away,

I reach out but cannot grasp . .. my hands paralysed with age, A party dress covered in chocolate fingers. My school bag lies discarded in the corner The badge shining ever prominent, never rusted. As I walk down the path, I leave a mark Wherever I step, But however deep these imprints lie, they are forever happy in my mind. I am SL((e that though my steps m~y falter now, they will soon become firm and strong. . Mary Hassell, (11 England)

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