Saturday, February 3, 2007

Sad, Dreary And Sombre Views Comments

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The dust that descends over roadside hedges,
On walls, fences and along the edges,
Comes from the ever moving needs,
Of vehicles, racing at tremendous speeds.
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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 23 July 2009

Yes, many times I've been splattered by passing vehicles, I sometimes think they do it on purpose. A wonderful poem, love, Andy xx

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Duncan Wyllie 05 February 2007

Ah! The famous motor car, we all seem to own one, where would we be without it? But sometimes the price seems way too high, A strong statement of a poem Thankyou Ernestine Love duncan X

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 03 February 2007

Have no fear...Frankies got the answer here: Taller fences with an immitation radar gun hanging in plain sight, about 200 yards before the fences...Great story concept, young lass...and delivered as always with inventive quality! ~ F. j. R. ~ -02/03/07-

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 03 February 2007

great poem ernestine, sad dreary and sombre views, sounds like england alright...

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Ray Lucero 03 February 2007

Ernestine, Once again...you take me there...nice! Regards, Ray

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