May Day
And let them play their silly little tin-whistle tune. We’ll always have Holst playing in our hearts and minds to drown it out. Elgar and Blake too, if necessary.
Oooh, och aye, I’m such a sentimental old sod.
on 05/01/2013 at 11:06 AM
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