Dear Robbie
In RK's poem 'The Glory of the Garden' , the fifth verse runs:
'Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
by singing:- "Oh, how beautiful!" and siting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives".
All good wishes, John Radcliffe
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