Saturday, October 31, 2020

My Beloved Bess2019 Part 1 Comments

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The highwayman came galloping, galloping, galloping, along the highway, over the moor.
Yet the weather conditions had changed somewhat, not pleasant as before.
The red-coats checked their weapons, while Bess waited for the kill,
The weather had made a turn-about, the trees no longer still.
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