A pondering renegade muses with guilt,
In a corner of a sepia field,
Under my nose, log fires and ale,
And a track... no one knows where it goes....
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Dont know about you Darren but my flag is right at the top of the pile.Fluttering gloriously in the breeze.A symbol of all that's right in the world and the home of real ale.Nice write me old Chinah... Sid.
loved this.. great work.. please add more xx