"THE LITTLE LOST POET LEAVES HIS CELESTIAL POST WITH AN UNEARTHLY IDEA CLUTCHED TO HIS SHAGGY HEART."
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Flowering winter jasmine in a courtyard in Abbotsbury ---Just a few small yellow flowers remind me of my parent's garden in Thornhill many years ago --- What has become of them in the falling rain on a warm winter's night like this, as i awake and immediately think of them? and am warmed by the falling rain on a night like this...on a night like this...