Ah, the changing of the seasons, as London grows cold tonight: Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. (Shakespeare ... remember memorising it at School?)
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 20:50:30 +0000
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