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Stoney Clouds
Thank God, or St Giles anyway,
For Stoney Clouds.
You could be anywhere in the: Peaks, the counties, the Dales or the moors.
Jays give sudden alarm in coppice charms,
As people arrive, who should be indoors,
Locked down from our friends and family,
But luckily not the green of Stoney.
Stoney, an apt name for stoner youth,
Pot-plastered at the bench,
On the summ...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 3:25 pm
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