Down the old lane of memory, past the church whose windows have seen it all happen, Fluff the dog flees the tree with the pointed talons but Pete his owner scuffs his shoes and takes no notice. Neither do Jerry and Jonah, busy planning their next exploit. Only the church knows the past but it keeps its own countenance.
Down the old lane of memory, past the church whose windows have seen it all happen, Fluff the dog flees the tree with the pointed talons but Pete his owner scuffs his shoes and takes no notice. Neither do Jerry and Jonah, busy planning their next exploit. Only the church knows the past but it keeps its own countenance.
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