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I am a great admirer of English poetry from the time of Chaucer up until the middle of the twentieth century when it appeared to lose its way. I love all aspects of this planet but are sometimes sad when I think of what we are doing to it.

Wednesday 26 August 2020




Grim slag on bare hill,

Soft shoots begin to open.

Nature paints out grey

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