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Up The Lane
Once more- to haunt the country lane;
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.
So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.
We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to a timeless power
in the melancholy refrain:
Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane
And p...
Sunday 23rd September 2018 10:16 pm
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