That's quite funny and punny, Peter, I liked it!
Best
Dave
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Peter Philpott" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, November 10, 2002 3:02 PM
Subject: Instant Anthology 1
HERE THE VOICE IS BARRED
(An Inner Diction to the Songs of the Incensed)
Here the voice is barred
Pleasing past any future disease
Surceased at absurd
Whilst unwhirled
And worked amongst unsigned deeds.
Hullo, tireless Shiloh!
All purpose in here waning pure
That might we instil
that astral pull,
Ache for foreign rights' redo.
In each of us freedom
Like from all we gaze:
Nightingales
Do here swell
Crying upon a slubbed up maze.
So run away no more
And if you've run away
Guess at its flaw -
What is sure?
Gifted to break this day.
Best wishes to all
Peter Philpott
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