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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
W.B.Yeats
Loch Ardnahoe Islay
Peace & Quiet
Rarely leaving the North, I like moors & lakes.
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I live among the houses, I don’t know how I got here
And there is no way back;
On the road I took a turn, along a single track
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