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Ghosts of Rivington Moor
Ghosts of Rivington Moor
On a clear day from this windswept range
your eyes can see as far as the coast
and the mountains of North Wales
in heavy rain they can see little worth talking about
blindfolded by a dismal blanket of cloud
Centuries ago these hills were ablaze
warning of invasion from foreign lands
it’s pike still stands in solitary recogniti...
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:42 pm
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