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The Valley in Winter
Babbling neath the sunken mist Twixt stiffened fern and barren read shadowed by the valleys side and so denied the daytime sheen defiant...
Sir Tom in lockdown
He got up one day and looked outside Thought of the NHS Donned his tie and jacket and Pinned his medals to his chest Went out into the...
Love those wheat and cornfields that you drive past this time of year
Lemon-light evenings Patchworks of buff Speckled and bordered by green Fields that were waving Before they were cropped Now tied up...
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