& so to bed

& so to bed

Said the soldier to the muse
who,
confused,
complied.
The evening long,
the morning rose,
our lady smiled,
her man was chose.

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Blipping from a sunny, yes sunny, Bakewell in Derbyshire. The place is buzzing with groups of drunken youths on decorated lorries of varying quality & music to make your ears bleed.....