25th June 2012
It pissed hard Sunday morning, but today is gorgeous! Having breakfast on Doris Broad's bench. My new gaiters are keeping my feet and legs dry. Loganberries are nearly ready, Cobnuts are beginning and Walnuts are little green furry balls.
Three score years is enough for any man,
It's more than the stranger managed.
What were his thoughts before he became
The subject of grief and conjecture?
Three score years is enough for any man,
It's more than the stranger managed.
What were his thoughts before he became
The subject of grief and conjecture?
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