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Tysoe Fire Station
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Chapel
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25 Years Ago
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Sumer & Dogs
PC Report 18 March 2003
Nature Notes
Village Hall
Speeding
Mrs. Gibbins
London Marathon
Tysoe W.I.
Open Gardens
Garden Club
Poetry Corner
Neighbourhood Watch

Poetry Corner

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land : 1. The Burial of the Dead

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