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The face at the window is drinking the light of life and darkness eats my heart.

Do you hear the cows scream?

Come home, time, your head is full of tulips.

»Excuse me, please«, Professor Burnside says, »Is this going anywhere? Do you still need me?«

»His name is Sideburns.«

»That's right«, Professor Sideburns says. »But what can I do for you two?«

»Make yourself useful«, the llama says. »Can't you see the grass needs mowing?«

»What grass?« the so-called Professor Sideburns asks. »Do you have grass on the roofterrace?«

»The grass in the garden, can't you see it?«

»What garden?«

»Take the grass in Bromford Park, for Neil's sake.«

»One last question«, Professor Sideburns seems not too confident. »Who is this Neil you are talking now?«

I am trying hard to ignore this chit-chat.

»Green«, I say. »Did you notice that this treasure map is green, animal?«

»Now we are getting somewhere.«

I cannot read the expression on the llama's face.

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Today is Monday, the 30th of May 2022.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 207

Today is Saturday, the 28th of May 2022.

Bee plus hive equals bee-hive.
Called the queen-bee Amy and met here in a winehouse.

Add some black dots to a red frock
and you have got a ladybug. Or is it a ladybird?

The second name sounds strange.

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"Bromford Hill (Way Gone)"

Standing on top of Bromford Hill thinkin' about flyin'
Been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm goin' down

I was flyin' high through the night when the mornin' came
But I was gone, if you know what I mean
I was around, but now I'm gone
Been done down, but now I'm just way down low
(Watch my moves)

He do the snake in the grass
He do the wiggle it around now way down low
I been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm just way gone
I been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm way gone

I been around, but now I'm gone (Yeah)
Been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm-a-just way gone
(Watch my moves)

He do the snake in the grass

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 206

Today is Friday, the 20th of May 2022.

Never put ants down your pants.
Bad rhyme, no surprise.

If you see trees
please put up twenty bees...

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"Bromford"

We walked in the cold air
Freezing breath on a window pane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until

The feeling has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford

The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool, empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance

The image has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford

This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford