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Well, here we are again my friends
I've been away for a while
But now I'm back to make amends
and maybe cause you to smile.

When last I wrote here in the Realms
of poets and writers elite
We lived in a huge house without any elms
in a new suburban street

Windswept with views to far flung hills
Double glazing heated floors and gas
4 bedrooms, internal access garaging
And lawns with clover and grass

But now my dears we've moved away
The countryside's our home
With stables, horses, fresh mown hay
We will no longer roam

We are not of the farming fraternity
We simply rent our place
I wouldn't know anything about animal maternity
To mount a horse from the lefthand side but which way should one face?

Our cottage is small our belongings were many
We recycled and took to the dump
Our neighbours are through the back wall
So we whisper when we get the hump

No garage in this rural retreat
Outside our cars can be seen
When frosts descend upon us
We scrape the ice from the screen

The best use I have found so far
For a credit card out of date
Is to scrape the ice from the screen of the car
In 5 minutes if you are running late

It takes half an hour to get to work
And three quarters of an hour to drive home
A coffee helps to wake us up
Fingers too cold to press a dome

We've almost settled in right now
Just eight boxes remain in the lockup
Hopefully we'll bring these in to the house
As long as we do not muckup

Trying to squeeze into the house the detritis of a lifetime of living together
Has been a challenge that we were dreading but blow me down with a feather!
We've done it now and from here on in. The going should get easier
I read in the paper the other day that the next few months will be breezier

So watch this space for further news
Of Suzy and John in the country
Now that the internet is all hooked up
The words can start to flow free.