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| Work in progress. |
Another week marked by a surfeit of birds ...
There were songs of work and places thereof ...
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| Mansions of fear ... mansions of pain |
There were songs of imprudence ...
We considered whether this Baroque composer ever played the guitar ...
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| Now, which string is G? |
Tony mistakenly hoped that this gift would enamour him to a lady ...
Stuart engaged sanity and wished us a peaceful return to our homes ...
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| May moonbeams guide your weary feet. |
And all shall be well,
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well ...
for every Friday evening throughout April including Good Friday.
(Apologies to Julian of Norwich, MCCCICV.)
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