Pete's Aquarius

Aquarius
Buried Treasure
Callanish
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McMac
Pardon?
Tattoo
Camera Obscura
High Creagan
The West Highlander
Pot Of Gold
StarVoyagers
Deep Breath
Vulpes Vulgaris
Richard
H.M.S. Belfast
Firing Range
Royal Visit
Crisp and Even
Elizabeth
Great Court
S.T. Barnabas
Runaway
Vengence Weapon No 1
Water Trough
Woolwich Ferry
CloudBusting
Segas
Showing My Age
39 Rue Grande
Nigel Knows
Disco
Not Cricket
It Is Better
Mind How You Go
No Flowers
Ashes to Ashes
R.I.P.
Feminist
Up on the Ikneild Way
Where magic has ever been,
where white chalk glows,
And legend grows,
where grass is brightest green,
The ghostly smith plies his trade
In mysterious lunar scene.

Along the old Ridgeway
Arthur fought the fight
Five hundred years from Christ,
As Saxons saw tile light,
The empty fiends atop the dawns
Rolled flat by round table knight,
And Alfred, of the burnt cake fame.
Lived and died within eye sight.

South of winding arterial B
White top Dragon Hill stands,
This naked stump, a flattened lump,
Where George banished from these lands
The last of fiery breathing lizard,
With shining sword in metalled hands,

On the slope where the White Horse lies,
Where plateau gives way to plough,
Unlikely modern wheeled cart
In position points its bow
At cumulus dark overhead,
And Merlin and his apprentice make
Magic with their wand to slake ,
The creaking earth and silent bough.

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