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[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-02-07 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would you like me to recite some for you?"
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[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-02-07 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He pauses to consider, and then-

"The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo's sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would "go parading"
In London, "and masquerading,"
On such a night of June
With that beautiful soft half-moon,
And all these innocent blisses?
On such a night as this is!"
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[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-02-20 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure you will," he says quietly. "Maybe even our next port."