This little poem was written by my neighbour’s daughter. Her father worked at the Heinz factory: When I was little the Heinz whistle blew Loud and clear at a quarter-to-two. Or maybe it sounded at quarter-to-one? Whatever the time, I know it was fun. I wish we still heard the Heinz whistle blowing, Then we would know […]
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