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Tuesday, 2 October 2012

Northern France

 
In northern france the trees are young
And scarcely hide their nests
 
The sightline’s clear to the north to the south
To the east and to the west
 
Nothing’s hidden
Nothing’s gained
 
That’s northern france explained
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