it's all quintessentially picturesque & quaint warm brush strokes the lord doth paint thatched cottages for villages lush meadows all around a light breeze & birdsong are oft the only sound every reverend cycles on the green - wicket keeping cake sales & ginger ale a chocolate labrador sleeping inevitably green hills generically idyllic begging for mass murder or failing that a picnic ...
Great piece! The third stanza is brilliant.
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nice 1, cheers
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