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Originally Posted by Bub-les  My favorite is Silver by Walter De La Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.... |
That was like a rocket up my trouser leg. I learnt it (and then forgot it) for Elecution classes about 50 years ago, meant to give me confidence and to stop me talking common. Didn't work, but seeing that poem just brought it all back. I done all right, and Mum bought me a plastic Zorro sword as a reward!
Thanks, that was quite a blast.