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Sing, Then: a cyhydedd hir
To fill life with song, sing out all day long both right notes, and wrong; do not be shy. Don’t worry the notes. Just listen, and quote; and do keep your throat from getting dry. The subject, the text? The … Continue reading
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Tagged cyhydedd hir, daily poems, poetic forms, singing, song, trust, voice, Welsh verse forms
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