Mum always told me about those times
When she ate roasted chestnuts
Back home in Hungary
I'd always wondered how they tasted
As she had sounded so pleased
"There's nothing like them
Ah roasted chestnuts
I adored them in winter time
Glowing upon hot coals
Then warm upon our gloves
Sweet upon out tongues
Ah... hot roasted chestnuts!"
There's nothing like those times
Back in her distant memories...
25th May 2019
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