tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126488546270260322.post6371020294677889982..comments2023-04-14T10:21:00.485+01:00Comments on Biggles Abroad: Seeing is Believing?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10652645181690981104noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126488546270260322.post-45073581783721457092011-06-08T04:05:47.745+01:002011-06-08T04:05:47.745+01:00Reminds me of a verse from Thomas Hood's poem ...Reminds me of a verse from Thomas Hood's poem 'I Remember, I Remember';<br /><br />I remember, I remember<br />Where I was used to swing,<br />And thought the air must rush as fresh<br />To swallows on the wing;<br />My spirit flew in feathers then<br />That is so heavy now,<br />And summer pools could hardly cool<br />The fever on my brow.John Buchananhttp://johncbuchanan.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com