A refuge from the hurley burley and the noisey limp-wristed, shandy-drinking, airy-fairy, arty-farty, wishy washy,riff-raff, from Darn Sarf
here is a nice poem from Eternal Wordsworth
I wandered lonely North and proud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of Southern gurning dils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Wittering and prancing in the breeze.
here is a nice poem from Eternal Wordsworth
I wandered lonely North and proud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of Southern gurning dils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Wittering and prancing in the breeze.
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