a dog's life in the Tamar valley, Cornwall, PL17
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
halcyon days
when we are old and grey
will we remember the flash
and the stream of the day
rippling now
under the bough
down to the sea
and away?
poem by Spot on seeing his mother getting wet
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