Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close-bosom friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run.
To set budding more
And still more later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Cold, misty 7 am in Goring on Thames-commuters hit the road for London to hatch More sub-prime loan schemes
Canal narrow boats, awakening to the misty dawn after overnighting near to Goring lock.
Hibernating until awakened by the call of Spring.
Those Mancunians are everywhere, they are encountered even on Siberian trains and especially in Outback Australia.
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