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About Me
Richard Emmanuel Jones
West of Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun lies the village of Cnwch-y-craig, and west of Cnwch-y-craig lies everywhere else. Keep going and you get to Llanfihangel-y-creuddun. This is home to one Richard Emmanuel Jones and others.
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Saturday, 18 August 2012
Poem for the night
Twinkle twinkle little star
Moving more and more afar
Faster than the speed of light
Now forever out of sight
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