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PMT's avatar

Martin, I bought you a coffee but thought it really should have been a soup and then an old, well older than you, song from the North East came to mind.

Winter Song, Lindisfarne 1970

"The creeping cold has fingers

That caress without permission

And mystic crystal snowdrops

Only aggravate the condition

Do you spare one thought for the gypsy

With no secure position

Who's turned and spurned by village and town

At the magistrate's decision

When winter comes howling in"

Only if you're interested:- https://youtu.be/PsHvFOAGJ8k

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ubiquityxx's avatar

I love the fact you went on the offensive - been waiting for that move. It was necessary. Excellent work overall.

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