Comments by "Nono Yorbusness" (@nonoyorbusness) on "The brawling crowds at Dovedale Stepping Stones in the Peak District…" video.

  1. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of brownish overspills; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fighting and shouting in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their passports in sprightly dance.
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