Oh dear Westerham green
I've been searching you
where have you been ?
In the sonic world
you are the unseen
I did not want to
but now i am keen
though miles to get
what we want
you treat us all , fair
BigginHill is the lovely enchant
Not only me anybody will stare
the unharmed breath you give
I cannot give a measurable value
the mighty sun sparkles
on the lady " Morning Dew "
W.A.D. Joel Lennon
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