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Quack, quack, your in luck.
You have found the flapping duck.
Dorms, singles and doubles,
Free yourself from all your troubles.
Become our welcomed guest,
Chiil out from stress.
Revitaliise your enrgy and zest.
Please sit down, find a seat,
Take the weight off your feet.
Make this place your retreat,
Ther are new friends to meet.
It is near a park and fort,
This can be your special resort.
Surrounded by bird-song, plants and trees.
Soon to feel at ease,
So calming the river breeze.
A selection of books, read some hours,
Candle lit tables, amongst green leaf and flowers.
Dim colured romantic by night,
On tables, candles for your delight.
So spread the word on your track,
Oh! please do come back.
To the Flapping Duck, Quack,quack, quack.
Fred Williamson
Blog Archive
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September
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- Warmth - Alan Marquis
- London Too Loud - Diane Scantlebury
- Toni - Sap - Lake - Fred Williamson
- Like A River - Kathy Figueroa
- The Waves - Oliver Thompson
- Rewind - Richard Fleming
- When September Turns To Rain - Lyndon Queripel
- Telegram Boy - Alan Marquis
- Bat - Cave - Fred Williamson
- Angels Don't Play This H.A.A.R.P - Lyndon Queripel
- Nameless Fears - Alan Marquis
- Dad - Tony Robert
- Monument of Hell - Fred Williamson
- The Poet - John Buchanan
- Meditation - Diane Scantlebury
- Flapping Duck - Fred Williamson
- La Coupee, Sark - Jenny Hamon
- Forgive Me - Diane Scantlebury
- Bamboo Train - Fred Williamson
- A Light In The Sky - Kathy Figueroa
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