A found poem. No prizes for guessing where or what it's 'about'.
Cheers,
Jill
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I'm praying.
We all know what we're voting for.
We've lived it in our bones, in our souls
They are fixated on money - how dull can that be ...
Your responses to the commentator are ugly. Nothing more.
Are they children? Are they not responsible for their own actions? An utter joke.
Things are not all what they seem despite the simplistic comments
As for liquid cash?
Which comics do you read?
Football does not generally bring out the poet in most of those watching it
She is one tough cookie and rightly so.
The gun was always pointed at the heads of those who could least afford to pay
I've got some old Drachmas, are these acceptable?
Is it just a childish tantrum?
These are not new debts
Money was created out of thin air
There was an interesting headline yesterday
Oh dear. Did you actually finish school?
It's a default argument which has no foundation.
We have Satnav now. Do keep up!
You should be ready for a default.
Please go somewhere you consider comfortable. I'll pay for it. You can even go Business class.
Can someone please explain to me how and when.
Did you only read this one article?
And you are a polar bear
This is crunch time
Smug prat.
Down the back of the sofa looking for loose change.
Any idiotic comment is allowed.
So is world class condescension.
I'm sorry, but may I ask from which parallel universe do you originate?
Politics is great, isn't it?
A banana republic without bananas.
One thing that always mystifies me …
There will be no happy endings.
Brave King Leonidas, sent one message from Thermopylae: "Remember Us!"
You keep missing the point.
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