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Fog, rain, drizzle, drizzle,
Fog, rain, drizzle, drizzle, Rain, rain, fog, Rain, fog, rain, Drizzle, fog, rain, fog, drizzle, Fog, fog, rain, fog, fog, Drizzle, fog, rain, fog, drizzle, Fog, rain, drizzle, drizzle, Fog, rain, drizzle, drizzle.
Gordon Lawrie
14/1/2022 12:57:31 pm
I love this. It's like one of those IQ test questions: name the next two lines!
Dee Lorraine
14/1/2022 07:56:42 pm
SFDD -Same forecast, different day. Hurry, spring!
Sue Clayton
15/1/2022 01:34:31 am
Where's the snow and sleet and ice. Or is it too cold and wet.
Gordon Lawrie
19/1/2022 10:41:42 pm
This is Scotland, Sue. Fog rain drizzle interspersed with drizzle rain fog. Snawsleetenice disnae git a look in.
Geraint Williams
16/1/2022 08:23:10 am
A terrific readaloud. Such is the rhythm, it gets drizzlier, rainier, foggier with every reading. Altogether a superb piece.
Sue Ford
19/1/2022 06:39:34 pm
Like Geraint I loved reading this aloud really enjoyed the rhythm and the word drizzle definitely describes it's definition
Alex B
22/1/2022 12:48:03 pm
Sounds like the north west of England Comments are closed.
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