Your mountain is robed in sombre rifle green And one of its greener fields is suddenly Black with rooks....
Windblown: gone with the summer wind. Windblown: gone with the autumn wind. Windblown: gone with the winter wind. Windblown:...
Your right hand is the first to go. One Sunday afternoon as you’re sitting on the sofa reading the...
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