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StoryGoing for Gold - The Sequel Denzella1914 years 3 months ago
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Wonder Diets & Phishing

… announce with allure spectacular cure … trick your finger to click …

Visiting ‘Mamgu' (Poetry Monthly)

Memories of visiting ‘Mamgu’ in Maesteg mid 1950s “Thirty miles, a ‘spangle’ to suck every ten, soon be there … look there’s the pub with our name...

"My times are in your hands" [on Psalm 31:15a)]

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] … and the future I can face – excitement and expectancy … I am not self-employed, for …

Coastal Path (5) – Horses

… no place for pampered horse – these, sturdy, dour with windswept manes unkempt survive, foot-sure.

Certain Hope Reliable

[The Sunday Song a day early this week:] Unfounded hope … to no avail – a hope as weak as me … of hope secure they shout!

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