Saturday, December 17, 2011
Writ In A Book Of Welsh Verse Comments
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This is the house where I was bred:
The wind blows through it without stint,
The wind bitten by the roadside mint;
Here brake I loaf, here climbed to bed.
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7/20/2025 6:32:01 PM # 1.0.0
How complacent and comfortable we become in the home we've spent a lifetime in. Memories galore!