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The allotments will never be the same.
Fred was digging a new bed when he
Found it,
Uprooting silver collars, bracelets, armlets
Finger rings too along with
Amber beads not unlike flax seeds.
Mutterings of treasure trove sprout darkly
In the other sheds where his
Neighbours want their share but
Greenhouses grow security guards now while
Worst of all
Parsnips and pe...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:18 pm
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