a crisp equinox morn..........like the sun rising over kilimanjaro the light of the world rises over the mist covered fields of gods county.......the early morning calls of our feathered friends can be heard and suddenly one call is above all others...........hark he cries.................the doddinghurst cuckoo is back..........we know what this means for us today...........victory is ours once again my hooped brothers n sisters!!
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