The Cheesewring,
on Stowe’s Hill,
can’t sing,
isn’t made of cheese,
and has no visible knees.
Yet, it exists,
upon a hill,
still – very still.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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The Cheesewring (Cornish ‘Keuswask’)
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Graeme Sandford 