Charlie Hasler

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In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
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Alan
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Alan
Oops, noticed you're in our fave North Wales...well, "moonshine" over here is hard liquor illegally brewed in mountain stills from corn and sugar.
Alan
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The good news, Ancient Mariner I read and (memorized several parts) in Sixth Grade. "Farewell, Farewell, but this I tell/ to Thee, thou wedding guest./ He fareth well,who loveth well/ both man and bir…
Linda Dobinson
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Linda Dobinson
Spiders eeek!
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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