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Folklore
| Behind the mist That shifts and stirs, to lap itself again Round the enduring patience of the crag A sheep, somewhere amid old drifts of snow Wails out its wet and solitary grief And gets no answer but the moss's drip.... (E H Young - Ysgolion Duon) |
Posted by GLADMAN13th February 2010ce Edited 13th February 2010ce
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