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It's that air you have.
That air of resignation.
Knowledge that you are fixed;
Masons pleased,
Lord and Ladyship thrilled
At their naiad.
And in your subdued gaze,
What do you see?
Lichen blurring your outline.
Imperfect now
Yet still powerful
If you like statues,
Especially naiads
With that air of resignation.
Look up.
You could be lovely!
The Forgotten Gardens of Easton Lodge.
By Richard Maslen (click to go back).
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