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Comments about Elizabeth Atkinson
First I saw them through the trees
And knew that I should bend my knees
At such a sight, before unseen,
Of bells a'dancing near the stream,
Stroked with love by the morning dew,
In a copse of silvery blue.
I shall take them home with me,
Vivid in my memory,
Like an early morning dream,
Those dancing bluebells near the stream.
The Clocktower Greengrocer If you're wary of sub-standard greengroceries
Be assured that John will not serve you with these,
For ev'rything's fresh as the dew of the morn
That he sees, when he travels each ...