Daily random discussion - Feb 06, 2023

Wen tha sweet April shours haft thirled tha dryeth of March to tha wale, And each edder is bathed in that fught wos radend craft shal onwaken tha blossom, Wen tha West Wind eek mid his sweet ethem haft gyfen lyf in evre wold and field to mild crops, And tha yung sun haft runnen his half leap in tha Ram, And wen lytel fowls maken songs, that slepen tha night mid open eyes (so shyt yekind them, and hirtet); Then lede longen to gon on roads, And weyfarers to seken fremd strands, And far halwes, knowth in sundry lands, And moast onsunderly from evre earldom of Angelland, to Canterbury the comen, tha holy seyned martyr for to seken, that haft helped them wen the waren sik.

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