Jordy wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er Scottish vales and hills, When all at once he saw a crowd, A host of AB daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Witterring and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as Mamya's stars that shine and twinkle on the Chatterbank way, They stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a Baldric Herne...
20:08 Sun 04th Mar 2018