Thursday, April 15, 2010

Making Cider Comments

Rating: 2.8

I saw within the wheelwright’s shed
The big round cartwheels, blue and red;
A plough with blunted share;
A blue tin jug; a broken chair;
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Victoria Sackville-West
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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 November 2023

ATTENTION PLEASE, I left here yesterday my comments upon MAKING CIDER, but that does not appear till now.

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Tom Allport 25 February 2017

a wonderful descriptive poem that transports the reader back to the time and of what living in a village was like?

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 February 2017

Snores abed! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 February 2017

Resting on the trees.... thanks for sharing....

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