Gaia
Crop Circles
Silbury
Gate Post
The Chestnuts
Addington
The Downs
View Over Barbury
Sarsen Remains
Day House Lane
Caractacus Stone
Not What It Seems
North Of Garris
Gun Rith
Lanyon
Tinkinswood
Clach Stein
Grimes Graves
Andromeda Calling
Its A Fact
Theres Always The Sun
Middle Name
Yemmerawanyea
E.T.S.C.
The Avery Hill Postman
Vince Pickering
Erica
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Excellency
6th September 1988
Watch This Space
Biro
Calligraphy
The Flying Standard
Female Of The Species
National Tree Week
Gregory Crescent
Dear Prime Minister
Most Glorious Majesty
Early Start
Scarlet
Equus
Butterfly
Milking Time
Chartwell
Bird Of Prey
Watch Me
Skoda Stroll
What To Be?
Chariot
The Sussex Coast
The Tarn
Golden Cloud
Sunrise
Do You...
Darling
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Would that I were
Horse,
Ploughing the perfect furrow,
Resting in the stream with my haywain,
Hauling fallen trunks,
Delivering milk in sunshine and in rain.
Would that I were
Horse,
Stepping tall amongst the crowd,
Flying barriers high as the cloud,
And heading the marching band, so loud.
Would that I were
Horse,
Gently swaying,
Softly neighing,
Never straying,
A warm and comforting back,
Eyes glowing black,
Knowing always wither the track.
Please,
Ride upon me
And I will transport you
To a Land of Delight,
By day or by night.
Come,
Choose me.
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