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countryside lanes ( a f e w w o r d s t o g o w i t h t h e p i c t u r e )
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narrower than roads up them hills they wind scrambled as a code onward thinks the mind plodding through the dales come sunshine or rain come high winds stroke gales there's countryside lanes ...
beautiful poem and picture 🙂
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