He Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

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He sang with the sunrise,
he screamed at the moon,
he kissed the morning with love in his eyes,
but slapped the dawn with weary cries.

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Frances M

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Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
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