Ramblings from the Hermitage
| Shirley |
| Ann |
| Simon |
| House |
| Gazette |
| Disarray and fighting as they come to clean, foreshadowed disharmony from flickering flames. Bought and sold, lost and found, cries and shrieks and I am found. |  |
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Barren land so hard to hoe, Shady grove where tall trees grow. Covered path, obscured trails Past is built from small details |
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| Cockerel proud, standing still. U rising, top in disarray, forest falling, falling, red and blue and red and red. Cries and jeers and echoes of violence. It will not come, it will not come. |  |