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WELSH WEATHER
Is there a book, where
each
Page alters as soon as
One has read it? You are
Merlin shape-shifting high
In the mountains of Wales:
Now hawk, now hare, now a
Fish in the ringing stream,
Now suddenly a stone
In the path, to make me
Stumble and fall headlong.
A peal of thunder! The
Wizard’s wrathful outcry,
Or just the Welsh weather?
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