The processes & mentors of growing up for Dafydd ap Ffransis-Meilir (aka The Revd David Miles Board)
between South Wales and Gloucester, in the nineteen fifties
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I see the boys of summer in their ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign in the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
Dylan Thomas 18 Poems
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