Yes, we have all enjoyed our summer holiday, and there seems to have been some reluctance to return to our home ...
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| Seating for 22. |
By 20.10 hours we had attracted 1 accordionist, 1 poet, 1 listener and 1 singer of folk songs.
We began on an autumnal note ...
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| ... is monarch of them all. |
Then Ken arrived ...
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| ... and the whistle did sing. |
Bryan, our resident poet SANG ...
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| a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, a-ploughing through the ragged sky ... |
Pray never let me see the day that will not let me sing!
