Fen Blow 3
Lashings of wild wind wipe the smile off the smug fenland fields in Spring,
all geometrical order of all colours of the rainbow, with every colour of yellow;
jaundice danger once in this region and others in the days before the good old
National Health Service - NHS today. Today every baby tested for it to keep it away
as well as jaudiced opponents too of the NHS in throughout the whole of the UK.
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