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Spittal, Pembrokeshire
Coordinates: 51°52′08″N 4°56′28″W / 51.869°N 4.941°W / 51.869; -4.941
Spittal is a village and community that lies approximately halfway between Haverfordwest and Fishguard, near the village of Wolf's Castle in the county of Pembrokeshire in west Wales. Its name is a corruption of the word Hospital, which is also the root of such names as Spitalfields, London, Spital, Merseyside, Spital-in-the-Street, Lincolnshire, etc.: the village possessed a hospitium (place of accommodation for pilgrims) belonging to the Cathedral of St David's. No trace of this remains.
The population of the community in 2001 was 501. In 2004 a brand new primary school was built in the village to educate approximately 150 pupils, some of whom live outside the village itself. Other amenities include a community hall, a village green and a graveyard attached to the local church, St. Mary's. There is a pub in the village called the Pump on the Green. There was formerly a post office in the village, which closed on 8 January 2009.
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The Pride In The Print
by: Subtle WayThere is a voice
That hides behind my words
That swing from my breath
To call on my will, or ring in my end
And I know what you’re thinking
But you can take my word
This is not a drill, this is the real deal
This is for real
Can you count the debt my limbs owe
Or the love that they have yet to sew
Through the sings on terracotta tiles
On the floor before my open door
Oh, if heart and hand change directions
And line up on separate fronts
Just to design an illusion
To sew into my arm
And I know all that I have left here are my wits and my will
And I could paint your ears in white noise
If my heart would just hold still
What do you take me for?
My will is but a burden that I wish that I could trade
But now is not the time to wish for washed hands
And I’ve found a friend beneath my skin,
And fell in love beneath the pen
Prove your words, find the meaning behind your concern
Prove your worth, solve the debt that you owe to this earth
But in debt, I know I can earn
All this love (behind my tongue)
And my step and balance have kept in the dance with this all
So this is my voice the shame in the pavement
And the pride in the print
So this is my voice, the shame in the frame