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There is a plumpness in the air, that sayswe never lack two Sundays in a week; and thereis the surety of God's acre stretching greenly.An unspoken sus..
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written after an Autumn visit to Dôl Idris; a most beautiful place.
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Beyond the scent of first beinglies the dreamers journey,cobbled streets of imagination,where youth rises, celebratingthe passing of innocence andbuil..
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There was an old, rather cracked flower pot in the back garden,I noticed it as we settled down for a nice cup of tea;(served in fine bone china natura..
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An old man passed me in the high street,he was uneven in both gait and expression.I gazed steadfastly at the dress in the window,guiltily unwilling to..
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It was only base metal and paste,polished, if slightly scratched glass,but the look in his eyes saidthat to him, it was pure goldwith a diamond bright..
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There was a time when we loved the sun,counted those unquenchable flames as onevast illumination lying deep in the impenetrablenight; brooked no corru..
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You know them well, thosetamed and well trained city pups.The dunners and yappersreplete in pinstripe and penury;the high polish of their John Lobbs,s..
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so little time.
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De-flea the dog, secure the shed, foul winter's beat is strumming,below the stairs in steady beatthe furnace is fierce humming.Wear sturdy socks and ..
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