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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 |
Is it possible that Stones May have a life of their own, To think of what might have been, What was, What will be? Are they not now asleep But moving gently In another dimension of time, Each rising Sun and waning Moon A human eyelid flutter, Each fall of snow and midsummer sky A Iceman sigh, Each passing comet, each century, A day in the life of Man, Each new age of ice, or thaw, Part of our Makers plan That previously, And eventually, The slip in time Will once more be in tune? |