The soft singing wind

lulls me into a slumber

where my dreams

form their many colours

and the rainbow of mixed

temporal and spiritual boundaries

fade and merge into each other

creating an ephemeral cloud

on which I fly to the

corners of the realm

to seek out my true self

in order to believe again.

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"Nice to see you

To see you nice".

Tip-tapping in waistcoats;

On the noble steed that is

Tess Daly.

Wielding his chin

Like a sabre,

And winning the nation's

Favour, "'Cos

That's the name of the game".

He's not a king,

Queen or Jack.

He's not even "higher

Or lower" - he's a knight!

Bruce Forsyth:

Knight of t...

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