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11/3/2009 Along the Trent.Along the Trent the fields lie deep with snow.
The trees are garlanded with icicles
and the village pond is frozen over.
The village itself is dark and quiet
but the pub is an oasis of song and laughter.
Opening the doors to the church the priest smiles
and prepares for midnight mass.
Gradually the pub empties and the church fills
and, as the bells toll midnight, the church rings
to voices praising the glory of god on this day;
christmas day
Andy Fox 3 nov 09
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