ladroars poems and art: Wrabness

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Wrabness

Hidden mysteries veiled for centuries unknown by most just a little by some, within their watery eye on remembering Tribe in name of blood through pain ‘’ Trinovantes’’ Celts Of Wrabness Essex This walk of now and present this joining Of whispering with our respected ancestors This coming and going Of yesterdays Today being gone Once you have breathed and walked Upon this disappearing earth For one day as before it will be no more So with given breath of the Young with Full-Lungs Live protect... Sign in to see full entry.

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