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An ode to love, motivated by Sir John Betjeman´s poem”A Subaltern´s Love Song”, re-enacted by the stunning foot of Harriet Cooper, also composed, edited and led by our own Ariel Anderssen:-RRB- She&intense;s quite proud of it, we hope you enjoy it!Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish´d and burnish&intense;d by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournament you against me!Love-thirty, love-forty, oh! Weakness of joy, The speed of a swallow, the joys of a boy, With carefullest carelessness, gaily you got, I’m weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, how mad I am, sad I am, glad you won, ” The warm-handled racket comes into its own media, However my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.Her dad &intense;s euonymus shines as we walk, And swing past the summer-house, buried in conversation, And cool the verandah that welcomes us into the six-o&severe;clock news along with also a lime-juice and gin.The odor of the conifers, noise of the bath, The view out of my bedroom of moss-dappled route, since I battle with double-end evening tie, For we dancing at the Golf Club, my victor and I.On the ground of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts, And the cream-coloured walls are all be-trophied with sports, And westering, questioning settles the sun, In Your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.The Hillman is awaiting the light&extreme;s at the hallway, The images of Egypt are bright on the wall, My sweet, I am standing beside the pine stair And there on the landing&intense;therefore the light onto your own hair.By roads”not adopted”, by woodlanded manners, She drove into the club in the late summertime haze, Into nine-o&extreme;clock Camberley, deep with bells And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, I could hear in the car park that the dance has begun, Oh! Surrey twilight! Importunate band! Oh! Strongly adorable tennis-girl&extreme;s hand!Around us are Rovers and Austins afar, Above us that the intimate roof of the car, And on my right is the woman of my selection, With the tilt of her nose along with the temptations of her voice.And the odor of her wrapping, and the words never said, And also the menacing, ominous dancing ahead. We sat until twenty to a in the car park And today acute, I &;m engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.