In lines of amber, red and gold The evening comes, the day grows old. Out she bows with a beauty bright Pledge of a morn of sheer delight.
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A follower of Jesus Christ, a husband and father, a Kentish Man (not a Man of Kent), a commuter to London
Making their mark
Somewhat premature!
Village humour part 3
On a cold and frosty morning
Early summer daisies
A misty, murky morning
Village humour part 2
Peekaboo!
Another missing train
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