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I don't think I've ever heard such an evocative rendering of childhood. The mixture of fairytale, memory and over-vivid, almost feverish imagery.
And
no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer's daughter no merry towns of sweet walled houses
means, to me at least, that none of it exists.
I don't think I've ever heard such an evocative rendering of childhood. The mixture of fairytale, memory and over-vivid, almost feverish imagery.
And
no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer's daughter no merry towns of sweet walled houses
means, to me at least, that none of it exists.