Children wake in the night,
They search for something in the dark.
Women wake in the night,
They fiddle with their rings in the dark.
In the night cats wake,
They stare at us in the dark.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
Children wake in the night,
They search for something in the dark.
Women wake in the night,
They fiddle with their rings in the dark.
In the night cats wake,
They stare at us in the dark.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
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Enjoyed that, but apart from the cats staring at you, what do men do apart from visit the bathroom. They climb back into bed and turn their backs on those that love them.
That’s part of a poem for you to write, Anna.
Maybe one day Leonard. Have a lovely Peaceful and Happy Easter Sunday. Take care.
Happy Easter to you, too, Anna.
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