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A barricade, a blockade, bars my path. “Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh, Trying in vain not to cry. I yield and watch time slip by.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
The Wall
A barricade, a blockade, bars my path. “Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh, Trying in vain not to cry. I yield and watch time slip by.
An attempt at the welsh englyn style (englyn unodl union if you're curious) in English.
ArianLlwyn
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
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