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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Welcome to ‘Gliding Thro Time’, the opening to Ninety years collection of my work from 1928. I invite you to journey with me. I hope you find them an inspiring, enlightening poetry peep into social history. Yes! We all loved Churchill. He kept up our morale through the dark days - come what may! Clustering around the radio, awaiting speeches and that magnificent voice, the jackboots faded away into oblivion.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Welcome to ‘Gliding Thro Time’, the opening to Ninety years collection of my work from 1928. I invite you to journey with me. I hope you find them an inspiring, enlightening poetry peep into social history. Yes! We all loved Churchill. He kept up our morale through the dark days - come what may! Clustering around the radio, awaiting speeches and that magnificent voice, the jackboots faded away into oblivion.