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To Autumn Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatched-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd and plump the hazel […]

In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]