Things to do, things to see, all in time, oh let’s see.

Grass grows green then we’ll stroll, to the sunset through the knoll.

Bring me cheese, bring me bread, for the long road up ahead.

Say goodbyes say them well, for me may never see to tell.

*That’s exactly what it was, a stab at Mr Poetry, hope he’s fine.

** New book added in the Book List ’13

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