Day: 1 May 2019
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I wandered lonely as a cloud …
… That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden dandelions; Apologies to William Wordsworth and I must admit the rhyming doesn’t work but to me, the profusion of dandelions on roadside verges at this time of the year is just as good as…