THE BOGNOR BUGLE, When only the best is good enough.
Friday, 18 January 2013
It was inevitable beloved readers, the sky grew black...
The branches on the trees whispered to one another..
The moss glowed fluorescent green...
Gentlemen grew their beards....
And then it fell...
A winter wonderland
A blanket of snow
But cheer up, all is not lost...
Dig out your old sleigh...
Or take your horse for a walk.
THE BOGNOR BUGLE
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