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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A little seasonal poetry for all the bah humbugs out there 
Voices In The Mist...A fabby ode by Alfred Lord Tennyson:-
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.
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