Christina...I smell a hullart and I'll be a sight more than hoofed if poor
Worm's left on't concrete with no chance of churning. I'm off to't jerry
shop to drown mi sorrows...
Cousins, I would love to see poems in these dialects...I would like to
publish a few in the coming year...
Wonderful sounds here.
Thanks.
Gary
November with Janet from Oz at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/homestead.html,
Submissions: http://www.writershood.com/index.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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