Hard luck to everybody who has slipped over on the ice this Christmas. If only there was a system of local taxation – some sort of council tax – which could fund the gritting of roads and … more →
Tychywrote 6 days ago: Hard luck to everybody who has slipped over on the ice this Christmas. If only there was a system of … more →
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wrote 1 month ago: Tychy today celebrates completing three hundred posts. Hearty thanks to all readers and visitors. Th … more →
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wrote 2 months ago: This venerated emblem was a pine tree, which had preserved the slender grace of youth, while it equa … more →
wrote 2 months ago: The Man in the Moon heard the far bellow; “Oho,” quoth he, “the old Earth is froli … more →
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wrote 3 months ago: “Edith, sweet Lady of the May,” whispered he, reproachfully, “is yon wreath of ros … more →
wrote 3 months ago: Such were the colonists of Merry Mount, as they stood in the broad smile of sunset, round their vene … more →
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wrote 4 months ago: “Edith, sweet Lady of the May,” whispered he, reproachfully, “is yon wreath of r … more →
wrote 5 months ago: But a band of Puritans, who watched the scene, invisible themselves, compared the masques to those d … more →
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