three lines
I'm falling in love with Elgar
Whilst the palm fronds fragment
The hot dawn, the dry dawn.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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And she put Gwion Bach the son of Gwreang of Llanfair to stir the cauldron... And she herself, according to the books of the astronomers, and in planetary hours, gathered every day of all charm-bearing herbs.
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