I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of g — Tom Hodgkinson
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I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.

— Tom Hodgkinson
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