Let me tell you about a time bygone
When music on my walkman,
Used to be my priceless possession.
A time so utopian,
A time so pure; 114 more words
Janet is joining me on the Island next week.
On my Lambretta scooter in 1965 (the same year that the Beatles wrote the song – ‘I’ve got a ticket to Ride’) My friend Maureen is on the back. 26 more words