From the mists came sounds of moving
But is it an Armadillo?
The mansion claimed by clambering bramble
Martin Evans
Steamrollering over a life already extinguished
No one lives in Bettws now
A breath-taking whiteness of flowers, flowers
Sewage & Water
A green lad from the life-spring of his home
Zydol
The whole of doghood I have seen in my time
The rejoicing of waters
Danger, Existentialists operate in this area
The dog ate the contract
Were you ever a stranger in these parts?
He said he was a poet
Extra for cash
He was sitting on a bench at the foot of Moel Cadwgan
Bethel is between the slagheap and the factory
Twisted, bitter, and long-living
This is the first time I've seen a song
I daresay death was no more than a gentle subduing
Sexually Explicit, and Broccolli
His great-great-grandfather came from Wales
In the restaurant at the sea's edge
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