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OK, OK, Patrick-o - :-) Flowers exert pressure on the breeze the air is wheezy, a strange grain. The way skin disturbs movements of sweat but the wind’s honest, a tempered sign. Low sweet singing around gardenias ends of edges oscillating in waves. Hear the smoky breath of daily nostalgia dreamt in Australian ways. On 26/09/2012, at 8:20 PM, Patrick McManus wrote: > So wake up call sleepy heads > > here you all are blathering, whimpering ,simpering on about all sorts of > toady boring dead old poetry stuff!! > > but where is the reality the magic that of pen to paper??----- the SNAPS > PROJECT NEEDS YOU!! > > Even David B or Finns or Ozzers even Americans, Canadians !! > > Patric k Snapper > > Ps I can't do this on my own (or can I?-yes! no problem