Around the pretty village now I stroll, So quiet and peaceful - ’tis - I know! A shock – it’s grown so dim, A screech so loud! Help! Am now so cowed! ’Twas shrieking rooks so grim! I’m back where wild gardenias grow - At home, restored, in peace - a walk so droll. 12 December 2020 Just an experiment in a new format (for me at any rate!) Happy to have comments!!
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