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That's brilliant, but I still think this version takes some beating. Apologies, as posted before on a previous thread.

A Sussex Poem The years have all vanished like old Slindon Wood. They lie shattered and broken, torn by the wind While I, revisiting old familiar haunts, Breathing rich downland air as I did of old, Remember - Time makes tourists of us all. Down off the hill with a church clock...