Today I went to register and collect the jersey/brevet card for LEL. Whilst riding though the open countryside, It was lovely and I had to stop and write the seeds of this poem below. Written at Harlow, UK. Airplanes draw lines in the sky Wooing the gentle cottony clouds Whilst the sun gently basks behind And the blue sky plays Cupid The lines curve to form the heart ”Tis the season of Summer Warmth and…

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