An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Monday, May 20, 2024

Now the Hurley Burly's Done

 Now the Battle's Lost and Won.....


Report tomorrow!

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