Used To Be, He's Not Anymore...
A STORY
Winter in Tholen
“Y ou are gone, but your stories not"
a voice of thoughts
We'll go back in time, let your thoughts go.
Back to Tholen on the Veste, there was an ice rink.
Actually, there were even two, maybe you remember?
It must have been a long time since you slipped over the ice.
It was on De Veste, 1 big and 1 small.
One for the real work and one for the crap.
Back to Tholen on the Veste, there was an ice rink.
Actually, there were even two, maybe you remember?
It must have been a long time since you slipped over the ice.
It was on De Veste, 1 big and 1 small.
One for the real work and one for the crap.
Forbidden to the bulletin sleigh was the Great Vest.
Because the poking with sticks ruins the ice.
On the Little Cardigan, we stumbled on it, that was no problem.
I think I'll just have another chocolate milk...
Yeah, that used to be quite common on the ice.
A stall with chocolate milk for a low price.
Until March can skate, was really quite normal.
Should it happen now, it would be an unusually special story.
To my Frisian walkers, where they left off I have no idea.
But in my early years I was unprecedented with it.
Now that I think about skating, something comes to mind.
How shall I begin...
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Stem van Gedachten
4 years ago
@keepfaithbaby Bedankt voor je ♥'tje...lief.
Albert van den Berg
4 years ago
Mooi geschreven. Dat waren nog eens tijden, heb ik als kind ook mee gemaakt. Grappig, vlakbij was ook een café De Gouden Leeuw, volgens mij zijn er veel in Nederland
