Like this, David - not sure I wd like to live there, but good graphix!
A start of a rhapsodic Chronicle for sure. The beans - those 5K tins - must be responsible for the jiggered landscape. In these times I think the poem is the most reliable form of real estate.
Back to driving school on-line. Never again. I swear that red light was still green.
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
--- On Wed, 7/1/09, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Snap chronicular
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Date: Wednesday, July 1, 2009, 12:39 PM
And in this year there was a fall of dried peas from the sky
And a dog found her way home off Dartmoor
And a porcupine was captured in Carshalton
While in Wincanton there was the apparition of a policeman’s trousers
And unidentified liquid and a white substance that vanished in the morning
and
coins and ice and a timeslip experienced in Croydon all fell
upon us
While on March 27th the Revd P.R.M.Smith of St Helens, Merseyside, dis-
appeared prior to the discovery of locusts at Hurstpierpoint
and Ken Edwards saw a tall silver entity and the
food-throwing began at the bungalows
And 5000 empty tins of baked beans manifested in the ruins at Valle Crucis
And more than one ghost was seen in more than one pub
In this year.
--
David Bircumshaw
"Nothing can be done in the face
of ordinary unhappiness" - PP
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