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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exmoor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost aboard the roll of Kodac-<br>olor that was to have super-<br>seded all need to remember<br>Somerset were: a large flock</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of winter-bedcover-thick-<br>pelted sheep up on the moor; <br>a stile, a church spire, <br>and an excess, at Porlock,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of tenderly barbarous antique<br>thatch in tandem with flower-<br>beds, relentlessly pictur-<br>esque, along every sidewalk; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a millwheel; and a millbrook <br>running down brown as beer.<br>Exempt from the disaster.<br>however, as either too quick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or too subtle to put on rec-<br>ord, were these: the flutter<br>of, beside the brown water,<br>with a butterfly-like flick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of fan-wings, a bright black-<br>and-yellow wagtail; at Dulver-<br>ton on the moor, the flavor<br>of the hot toasted teacake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">drowning in melted butter<br>we had along with a bus-tour-<br>load of old people; the driver</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'s way of smothering every r<br>in the wool of a West Countr-<br>y diphthong, and as a Somer-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">set man, the warmth he had for <br>the high, wild, heather-<br>dank wold he drove us over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Clampitt">Amy Clampitt</a><div class=q>
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