We call them Ladybirds in the UK…. A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry...
Whilst waiting for our friends in Southport last weekend we stumbled across this little farm and of course I...
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is...
Without lips You are doomed to silence Waiting on the shelf For a breath of life To pass through...
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