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Mad March - a poem

Wind howling and loosening tiles, the rain has wiped out everyone's smiles. A dark grey sky and scuttling clouds Is it November, or...

The Goyt is closed: a poem

The Goyt is closed, no path ahead! You cannot pass, the notice said The storm has wreaked its havoc, true The way is closed for me and you...

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