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  Such an idyll as Sarah writes encouraged me to put pen to paper. Should anyone wish to continue please feel free.
  
  Pencester Gardens
  
  I wandered lonely as a cloud
  that floats on high o'er vales and hills,
  When all at once I saw a crowd,
  A host, swilling from several cans of Pils;
  Beside the Dour, beneath the trees
  Effing and blinding in the breeze.
  
  (with apologies to William Wordsworth)

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