Poetry ( and string quartets) have enhanced my life since I discovered them 55 years ago. This to you all:-
The end of Sonnet XXX (Shakespeare - who else)
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
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:-)
You must have room for a bit of boat and a tin of varnish. The club hut is full. See we're thinking about you. Peter S.
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