15th October 2020

Suddenly just after noon
A glorious wakening in the gloom,
A sky as blue as shepherds trews
Punctiliously woke nay beasts to lose.
From nursery crib to stately hall
Some rhymes do nag like buglers call,
Swaddling to shroud in type most bold
The lessons of the past are told.

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