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  • Frank Thomas Smith
    Walking along the edge Of a crumbly stone hedge In auld Cotswold in the spring And you (she?) at my side Silently making room Getting your way by nudge Rather
    Message 1 of 2 , Jan 1, 2012
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      Walking along the edge
      Of a crumbly stone hedge
      In auld Cotswold in the spring
      And you (she?) at my side
      Silently making room
      Getting your way by nudge
      Rather than a sweeping broom.
      But that wasn't this life
      In which
      I've never been to Cotswold,
      Never downed a pint at a pub
      Named for Bonny Charlie
      Or had a buxom wife.
    • ted.wrinch
      Sounds lovely. We holidayed in the Cotswold s once; very beautiful yellow sandstone buildings - similar colour to, but rougher than, the Oxford college
      Message 2 of 2 , Jan 1, 2012
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        Sounds lovely. We holidayed in the Cotswold's once; very beautiful yellow sandstone buildings - similar colour to, but rougher than, the Oxford college buildings.

        T.

        Ted Wrinch

        --- In anthroposophy_tomorrow@yahoogroups.com, "Frank Thomas Smith" <fts.trasla@...> wrote:
        >
        >
        > Walking along the edge
        > Of a crumbly stone hedge
        > In auld Cotswold in the spring
        > And you (she?) at my side
        > Silently making room
        > Getting your way by nudge
        > Rather than a sweeping broom.
        > But that wasn't this life
        > In which
        > I've never been to Cotswold,
        > Never downed a pint at a pub
        > Named for Bonny Charlie
        > Or had a buxom wife.
        >
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