haircutters. More of a 60s word I suppose, P. Less mop on me now, more used
toothbrush.
B

On Fri, 10 Nov 2017 at 1:29 am, Patrick McManus <
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> mopchoppers???
>
>
> On 08/11/2017 22:13, Bill Wootton wrote:
> > version
> >
> > On Thu, 9 Nov 2017 at 9:12 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
> > wrote:
> >
> >> Thanks Patrick, Doug.
> >> Yes, mea culpa sentence loader. And this versin is trimmed!
> >>
> >> Bill
> >>
> >> On Thu, 9 Nov 2017 at 2:05 AM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
> >> wrote:
> >>
> >>> There’s a lot there that’s either incredibly local or national idiom,
> >>> Bill, a gathering of terms as well as landmarks.
> >>>
> >>> Is it a bit too sentence-loaded; or maybe should just be a prose poem?
> >>>
> >>> Doug
> >>>> On Nov 8, 2017, at 2:11 AM, Patrick McManus <
> >>> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >>>> thanks Bill sounds a lovely place -nice last line
> >>>>
> >>>> cheers P
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> On 07/11/2017 20:37, Bill Wootton wrote:
> >>>>> A poem reworked for a future local poetry slam. Title is the theme.
> >>> Feel
> >>>>> free to offer suggestions.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Daylesford & Hepburn Springs - made in heaven
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> A bristling block of almost city,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> either end of Daylesford eases off to country.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> In between comes clobber, cafes, art, books,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> a white-tiled butcher's, glazed pottery, mopchoppers,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> furniture chic, two-storey bank buildings
> >>>>>
> >>>>> and the rump Rex theatre, up an arcade.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Two fountains splash and glisten,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> one down the post office end, the other
> >>>>>
> >>>>> near the mower shop, viewable
> >>>>>
> >>>>> from a corner table at the Taj.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> And always, Wombat Hill looms over
> >>>>>
> >>>>> The Convent's grey balconies.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Brick-red kissmequicks, agapanthus spears
> >>>>>
> >>>>> and squadrons of bluebells burst from the soil,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Swiss-Italian planted pines, elms, red oaks and
> >>>>>
> >>>>> copper beeches share gullies and steep ridges
> >>>>>
> >>>>> with flaky mannagums, candlebarks and cedars
> >>>>>
> >>>>> all the way to gentle Hepburn Springs.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Chimneys ease woodsmoke at dusk,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> horse poo sells at the side of the road.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Trains trickle to Bullarto just once a week,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> ivy advances on fading guest houses
> >>>>>
> >>>>> but pubs survive and even kick on.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Score rissoles at Merv's Savoia, singalong
> >>>>>
> >>>>> at the Old Hep or gush to Simon at The Goat.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Cheer parades at Hep's Swiss-Italian Festa,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> and Daylesford's Chillout and New Year's Eve,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> where locals take to the streets with gusto;
> >>>>>
> >>>>> stilted Sprung Circus girls, mounted knights
> >>>>>
> >>>>> in armour, brass bands, lavish LGBTQI's,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> share bitumen with tractors and fire engines.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Black ice slicks up roads in winter,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> the cold seems to go on forever,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> no takers still for the vacant Palais,
> >>>>>
> >>>>> the General store sells out of sourdough bread.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> But rainbow flags flicker in the breeze.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Can towns be made in heaven?
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> bw
> >>> Douglas Barbour
> >>> [log in to unmask]
> >>> https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
> >>>
> >>> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations &
> Continuations
> >>> 2 (UofAPress).
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> >>> Listen. If (UofAPress):
> >>>
> >>> There was the usual amount of corruption, intimidation, and rioting.
> >>>
> >>>                          Sir Charles Petrie
> >>>
>