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The Long Summers An extract from Childhood BY C. DAY LEWIS IAN AM standing at the top of the garden , steeling myself to make my usual headlong dash past a clump of red - hot pokers . These flowers stood at the intersections of the ...
The Long Summers An extract from Childhood BY C. DAY LEWIS IAN AM standing at the top of the garden , steeling myself to make my usual headlong dash past a clump of red - hot pokers . These flowers stood at the intersections of the ...
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So it was natural that any garden with coy ornamentations should be described by the subsequent ridiculers of poetese as God - wottish or full of Godwottery pottery . To write wot and also ween for know was a common practice of the ...
So it was natural that any garden with coy ornamentations should be described by the subsequent ridiculers of poetese as God - wottish or full of Godwottery pottery . To write wot and also ween for know was a common practice of the ...
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I don't quite Gardens are always disappearing , yet still too seldom for their disappearance to seem usual . The other day , imagine it , there was this ... And what happens — as the little family gaze on their contented garden ? Well ?
I don't quite Gardens are always disappearing , yet still too seldom for their disappearance to seem usual . The other day , imagine it , there was this ... And what happens — as the little family gaze on their contented garden ? Well ?
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