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January 22, 2002
There were three aged men from Holmfirth whose pursuit for a job was in question. Here, there they wandered. To pubs they sauntered but their golden years were their bastion. One was a soldier, the second a hermit, the third was a widower As nature would permit, they spent some short times and spent some small money at Ivy's Café for tea. All three has their stories, their hopes, and their worries, which they shared in their long history. Three Holmfirth men who confide to recline to exist and relax to the gist of the last of the summer wine.