I love the sight of snowy fields,
The sparkling sun on frosty lawn.
I love the robin on his twig,
Looking lost and quite forlorn.
These cold and wintry scenes of which
The versifiers never tire
Make me so glad that I can be
Snug and warm beside the fire
Watching rubbish on TV.
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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