2 months ago
Green Hills
The rolling hills of emerald green,The most serene I’ve ever seen.The sheep are grazing on the slope,A portrait of enduring...
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2 months ago
The Irish Pub
The fiddle plays a lively tune,Beneath the setting of the moon.The pints are poured, the foam is high,While stories and...
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4 months ago
Iron and Steam
The engine breathes a cloud of white,Into the cold and early light.The heavy wheels begin to turn,While coal and fire...
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