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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 |
We rolled into Town, After fighting the gale On the crags of Lands End, Where we saw not one sail, We twisted and turned Between each small shop, And after the crossroads We did a long stop, We ran to a building Made wet by the cloud, Climbed stairs for our cream Tea, Which we swallowed, out loud. Our eyes saw the tables, The chairs and the wall. We wiped the steamed windows, Watched the grey clouds fall, Until, we saw a Mound of green, Tucked in tight Where a house should have been. Later We strolled across this Matadors Maze, A Medieval playground on a Celtic beige, A Roman Arena, an iron Age Site, A Bronze Age clock Where Historic Men gaze. Neolithic Cycle Track St Just Penwith S.W. 371 314 |