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Suite sweet
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Weather vane
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Misty and mellow
It’s frankly sad that a well-loved poem becomes a cliche, I was walking to the train station yesterday and the view from our hill was beautiful, leaves changing colour, low morning sun, wraiths of mist slowly melting and I remembered that Keats probably has never been bettered. But because so many people know the poem, …
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Puffin O’Clock
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Merry Melodies
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Chicken Tonight
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Oh for goodness’ sake
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Losing it
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Words have not got I
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and so it goes*
