Bitter Sweet SpringsA Poem by NevilleBitter Sweet Springs Back in the day when the water ran clear, deep and so freely .. From the top of the hill and on down by the old stone quarry, the blocked footpath and once oh’ so green pastures .. Long before all of these darn dams, them darned ditches and the damned new builds came along and spoilt all our pretty views, and then, proceed to poison our precious fresh water supplies too .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on August 14, 2024 Last Updated on August 14, 2024 |

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