![]() Save the Cathedral! (2)A Poem by ArezzoThe
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With every Bannockburn there comes a Boyne. The gods grant grain, alleviate our lives, then send us weevils, whitefly, worms (and wives!) They raise us up " then knee us in the groin
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Winchester was built on bog. This marvel of the medieval mind was sitting on (they were appalled to find), nine hundred-year-old spongy, soggy logs.
And, year on year, it sagged a little more. As fissures felt their way around the font, and lancet windows listed to the west, so flawed at lauds, and worse at terce for sure: now none at nones was feeling nonchalant. The church was sinking slowly to its rest. © 2015 ArezzoAuthor's Note
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Added on September 20, 2015 Last Updated on September 20, 2015 Author![]() ArezzoRonda, Andalucia, SpainAboutI always try to avoid this part! What can I possibly say that will come across as fresh/interesting/informative? Let's see ... Teacher, lawyer and journalist. Born in Ireland, raised in Englan.. more..Writing
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