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words on this plate -

When all aloud the wind doth blow

And coughing drowns the parson’s saw

And birds sit brooding in the snow

And Marion’s nose looks red and raw.

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Morrison10

thanks, lovely plate, nice verse. Hard to believe December, still have fuchsias and clematis still flowering. Hope you’re ok. Jean x

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sassy59

Such a lovely plate and verse Iris. Thank you for sharing. Xxx❤️😘

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I love this plate really beautiful. Thank you for sharing I hope you are doing well and keeping warm. Have a good day and take care 😊 Bernadette and Jack 🐕 xxxxxx 🌻🌻🎄

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pegbl

Thank you for seeing December in with a picture of your lovely plate Iris. You take care xxx

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Patk1

Love yr plate and verse Iris.its v gd of u to share with us xxxx

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Australia06

can’t believe we’re already at the end of the year! Feels like yesterday we were there with you. Hope you’re enjoying the lead up to Christmas xx

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Lyd12 in reply to Australia06

started reading The Fatal shore by Robert Hughes, not easy read, small print for me. Is in your bookshop, it’s about first settlers in Australia. Love Nana x

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TheDrivenSnow

This is excerpted from Shakespeare's verse titled Winter.

Happy memories for me, as this poem was a piece I prepared as part of my Elocution classes at my beloved school, St. C's.

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit;

Tu-who, a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit;

Tu-who, a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Lovely. And so apt for this time of year.

Thank you for bringing back to my mind and heart a slice of joy at an otherwise difficult time for me. 🤍

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Lyd12 in reply to TheDrivenSnow

lovely to read that, it brought back memories for me too. Iris x

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Tykelady in reply to TheDrivenSnow

Poor greasy Joan. We all felt sorry for her and Marion.

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Alberta56

😊😊😊Love the birds and the holly and the ivy, but hope we can avoid icicles hanging by the wall this year. xxx

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Jaybird19

have just been reading about the bird flu though and what that has meant here . used to have lots of little birds and unfortunately pigeons too no pigeons now ,dont mourn the lack of pigeons but i do miss our little birds coming to be fed.