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from Anne Welsh Jackson contains these words:

According to an ancient bye-law, I am not only _allowed_ I am
_obliged_ as an inhabitant of this fair city, to practise archery - and
my garden is the perfect place to do just exactly that!

I could have sworn I saw a cat with two tails...

BTW, I'm doing some watering with phoar!nettle soup, and the hop vines
are looking rather muscular...

--
Rusty
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
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