Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
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