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Re: Oswaldtwistle. Poem.
It was Metcalfe's.
When we lived over Stanhill when the wind blew the stink over the fields towards us we knew we were in for good weather.
An ill wind blew good fortune in those days.
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Johann Georg Kant, father of Immanuel Kant, philosopher.
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