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from tongue lolling hounds, as hungry still, hopes unfulfilled, they return to cheerless kennels. Before the stag's remains bled dry feral froth dribbled, drooled, from jolly hunters merrily quaffing stirrup-cups in their time dishonoured way. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ******************** Malapert sparrows perch where eagles and cats can't get at them. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ******************** Before flashing a wing, a hawk pecked an eye for, -oops! ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ******************** Dorset Bred Aged thrushes who fling songs from leafless trees are an Hardy breed. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ******************** Rash the fly who settles to check a spinner's workmanship. ((((((O))))) |
 Ken M Ellison is a retired engineer who lives with his
wife and one cat in Denton, Manchester, UK.
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