Up on Stonechat Hill, early October sun warms the ripening hawthorns and the wild crab apples, red and green, begin to fall from old and lichen crusted trees.
My last shilling
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O dismal disaster O troublesome lot
What a heart rending theme for my musing Ive got
Then pray whats the matter O friend Im not willing
The thought grie...
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I knew you could do it! This will be such a lovely blog to follow, as I know the areas of your wandering . . . Jennie xxx who is thrilled to be your first customer!
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