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“The Carer in the Cotswolds”
The Moving Finger Writes...
The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety, nor Wit
Shall lure it back to alter half a Line
Nor all your Tears erase a Word of it
(Ne’er mind that all it’s left for You is naught but
A pile of unadulterated shit…)
Omar Khayyam, 11th century Persian poet
My Postcard To You –
A View From The Cotswolds
Raymond Molyneux
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