A Morning, normal for our Norfolk Sleepily stretching on bookshelf 3 and 4 we hear our postman. No!, not Pat who delivers huge ice cubes or a cow, but Talkative Tony who tightens the screws of the steam engine running tourist up and down the Poppy-Line. Swifter than lightning we flutter down the shelves into …
No Time
No Time Zeit-los What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad …
Nous sommes Charlie
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