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Last night as i lay dreaming of pleasant days gone bye my hear and brains went roamning to the two islands i did fly on questions i now row oh now to the answers island call, ask Whatever (effin) happened to this List? well *adverts* there ia *advert adverts all the time, now and thenan obituary and then some more adverts oh yah bye bye they told mne that thec adverts. wld make my Knoin beef not effin turn up at table wiv pomme de frittes, but never hail, never bent, our knees art at our well never ever bending but for International lore, national links are brilliant But of poetry what is don't believe and t do not anymore try the evidence is true, this list it is not dying no yah and gra with Us well, here is a chance *to state the case for po a ha a tree" ~ Excellent call M not in with the same prognosis - assessment at a Spa where the women and men stare cold into the two cliffs division-stream of a river run boldly for the dan art and eces KF fry at t S teliotic undermesh kit fries when spitting diamonds. Ramsey, maybe he's to blame, lout effein sniper demolition chef out the effin Kitchen, get K in to have a pop, swift and sure, moire dropping smooth in class and yr right, lots of brave questions. Well, we just can't help believing what the King of rock 'n roll sung to Us this time the stasis is here to stay, but for just one day that's all time took, a poem faith, prayer call for form and worth can't help believing well worthy poetry just can not help lying, erm we just cannot help when believing, to love, Rupert mallin, i wld gra agus... discuss the current droll reception of owt exciting. It because we just have to do it, what Mairead is bravely, warmly and with great aplomb and success, stealing Evvers path of parish in the NE, 12 disciples smimmering, addiung to the lustre of eye, red glow of our leader who can effin hold her head high and i may be supporing you, re0-unionising with our talented jammie leader having a great time, being dead happy, doing poetry in somewhere she can just be herselfm happy composing and practicing, her own belief, very high. affirmational ballast at an all time business, well i am really really pleased for everyone, scrap today, Parthalon has gone, alas poetry is a church of faith in fiction, a poetic, an assemblage, a mask an impulse at source and utterly unkwoable to all but we who are born to bore, at exciting places, like festivals, like sound eye, where i may attend, after Ledbury where i am going to sort out a few fawns refusing to get real and bend their knee to Mairead, hail yr leader, are we united british and irish poets, or a bunch of walking adzza practice, gurning online, Fryatt, she know how to slice, wheatley, o'reilly, riley at Hollands, trying to sue successully a suit for fair play, whilst i...barred, tossed aside by all rags but this, my final portal in the heavy oppressive storms of the lone unaffiliated verser, no patron saint Hilda or stan, but al and jack, Fitzgerald bhard.. Wishes, Rupert