There’s snooker on the TV here this week,

where everybody plays with coloured balls,

competing for this year’s World Championship,

with half a million quid for the first prize.

The players have been honing their technique

at home and in the private snooker halls,

and hoping that their form won’t take a dip

resulting in an early round demise.

They’ll want to take t...

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Lingering light of summer gently fades.

Evenings wither into deepening dusk

and lengthening nights grow chill.

Swallows start to leave the gossiping glades

for warmer climes, to winter as they must,

and birdsong begins to still.

Then all too soon the summer’s green cascades

begin to turn to shades of brown and rust,

gently down from trees to spill.

So once...

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