I saw two collared doves at Hesket Newmarketcloud-coloured collared doves crossing the roadone leaned it’s feathered head towards the otherto share some secret wish, lighten a load I loved you then, she cooed (coo-cooed)I love you still, cooed hein such a manner, they were wooed,would ever-loved be It was a market day in early summera... Continue Reading →