Today's poet

a "hot" poem by the most gorgeous poet of them all (bar one;))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2YjyakdsVs

Nothing

Something is but nothing
Something it is not
Nil plus nil is nothing
Nothing's what I got
Nothing on the tele
Nothing going on
Nothing to get worked up about
Nothing by the ton
Nothing times a million
Nothing minus ten
Don't say nothing to no one
It's nothing to do with them
Come all the way from nowhere
And now I'm nowhere else
Where nothing is out of place
No one lives
And nothing smells
Talking to no one
It's like talking to the wall
I give you what I get
I give you bugger all

John Cooper Clarke

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Nothing

Something is but nothing
Something it is not
Nil plus nil is nothing
Nothing's what I got
Nothing on the tele
Nothing going on
Nothing to get worked up about
Nothing by the ton
Nothing times a million
Nothing minus ten
Don't say nothing to no one
It's nothing to do with them
Come all the way from nowhere
And now I'm nowhere else
Where nothing is out of place
No one lives
And nothing smells
Talking to no one
It's like talking to the wall
I give you what I get
I give you bugger all

John Cooper Clarke

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This is good, apologies to all for monopolising this thread tonight...just been at a bit of a lose end!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

"A knocking shop" :eek::eek: Define your term young whippet me lad!!!

Otherwise, smashing verse - really made me smile:):)

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Crikey! none of the dictionary definitions are going to get me out of this one!


Some merely browsing
At the poetry mall of desire
While others splash the cash



I think maybe I should be 'sin binned'! I'll get me coat!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Nothing

Something is but nothing
Something it is not
Nil plus nil is nothing
Nothing's what I got
Nothing on the tele
Nothing going on
Nothing to get worked up about
Nothing by the ton
Nothing times a million
Nothing minus ten
Don't say nothing to no one
It's nothing to do with them
Come all the way from nowhere
And now I'm nowhere else
Where nothing is out of place
No one lives
And nothing smells
Talking to no one
It's like talking to the wall
I give you what I get
I give you bugger all

John Cooper Clarke

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I think you know I'm a sucker for JCC - Nice one. To the uninitiated, this should be read at break-neck speed in a Salford accent.

Monster.

Listen closely do you hear,
Hephaestus hammering out your fear,
Creeping up on you guilty lies,
Whispering disgusting words to your surprise,
For what you've done you should be put away,
Throw away the keys never see the day,
Burying deep in the ground the helpless child,
I hope you die inside whilst being defiled.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Monster.

Listen closely do you hear,
Hephaestus hammering out your fear,
Creeping up on you guilty lies,
Whispering disgusting words to your surprise,
For what you've done you should be put away,
Throw away the keys never see the day,
Burying deep in the ground the helpless child,
I hope you die inside whilst being defiled.

By Herakles.

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Herakles - via your poetry and with the assistance of google I am being educated in the Greek classics. Hephaestus, deformed blacksmith to the gods.
Thanks for this.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Towards the End

She was like a dodgem car stuttering, low
on sparks, all stops and starts a walk of a
hundred yards or slightly less could test
her heart and all its gubbins. Smoking started

at the age of nine, she never
stopped or tried to quit ever. Even
when early on in her career, her dad,
my great grandad locked her in the cellar
or bogey hole, with a pack of fags and a
box of matches. Everyone was lit and
smoked in turn, till she was ill. After eightyone

years a full patina of nicotine
on the index and middle finger is no more
than a give away of a dirty habit. The real
trouble was the rattling in her shoes.
The body decaying; her very toes
had blackened and shook loose, like
those of a mishapped mountaineer.

Death itself is instantaneous, dying
can take, minutes or years. It took
six months of refusing food, developing
bedsores and fits whilst possessed
under the spell of morphine. The end
was not sudden, unexpected or unseen
and however much grief you bare it
does not compare to the relief.

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I feel priveliged when I read something as personal as this. Thanks for inviting us in, and expressing your experience so (dare I say) poetically.

Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart

She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth;
she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life
flowing in its fullness,
like a river in autumn flood,
running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love,
like the murmur of a stream,
that sings with all its waves and current.

Rabindranath Tagore

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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Fantastic DT. It makes me want to get out on the fells.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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This is fab really makes me want to go out for a trot like now!!!!!! :) especially when there is fine ale after sounds just heavenly!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart

She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth;
she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life
flowing in its fullness,
like a river in autumn flood,
running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love,
like the murmur of a stream,
that sings with all its waves and current.

Rabindranath Tagore

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more love on the love train.....lush! (as we say in the north east!)

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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And Cheers! to you DT - sounds fun, just like the poem, thanks.

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Originally Posted by freckle

more love on the love train.....lush! (as we say in the north east!)

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Sorry, but I beg to differ. 'Lush', or as it is usually announced, 'gert lush' (as in 'me luuver' ) is a Bristolian term that became part of the national vernacular in the 1980's -so there!!!:p

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

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That sounds quite entertaining.

There is a stage show that reads some of KAD's poems. It is coming to the Brewery in Kendal in May and was hoping to get to see it.

http://www.seabrightproductions.co.u...orldswife.html

John Hegley is on too who I always fancied seeing.

I've just got my ticket through to see Joss Naylor and Kenny Stuart. Although I don't think there will be much poetry going on that night. :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Sorry, but I beg to differ. 'Lush', or as it is usually announced, 'gert lush' (as in 'me luuver' ) is a Bristolian term that became part of the national vernacular in the 1980's -so there!!!:p

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You two can fight it out over your handbags at the AW. :)

A running question for Hes - I figure she'll be more likely to read it here :D.

So Hes, a bit outside of Masham, Pateley Bridge and Nidderdale I know but have you ever run a loop up Simon's Seat, starting off from say Greenhow or Stump Cross Caverns? I drive this way fairly often returning towards home from Wetherby/the A1 and the moor always looks fabulous, usually with a dark, slightly ominous Simon's Seat brooding in the background. I suspect I could just stop the car, put my running togs on and hack a route there and back either way but, given that you are based in that neck of the woods, I thought you may have run there once or twice? I can see a couple of cart tracks on the map that I'm sure will do the job but that looks all too straight forward and boring. (I know Simon's Seat and Barden Fell really well but have always run it from Bolton Abbey/Cavendish Pavillion/Devonshire Arms).

Apologies for not being skilled enough to put that to rhyme :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

You two can fight it out over your handbags at the AW. :)

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Oooooo I like a challenge! :D


Definitions

Hoo man Mossy,
Wor frecks is belta,
Aye she’s right clivva,
divin’t dis the freckle,
she might get monged
and she is not minted,
but she knaas her Geordie slang,
and “lush” is geet lovely or nice,
but hey ney botha mossy,
I’ll no take offence,
a pint of snecklifter or two,
after the AW,
and all the radgieness will disappear,
all thoughts of you being a Heed the Baal,
gone forever!




voila.........

If Oven Gloves is reading this perhaps you would like to correct me if I have the wrong definition!/have anything to add? your first poem perhaps.....actually you probs running at the club which is where I should be, no wonder i am always right at the back!

http://bannedfromthebeagle.blogspot....die-slang.html

oh and this is really really important! apparently key geordie words like "hinny" are dying out, this CANNOT happen, so i beg you start using the word "hinny" today and tomorrow and everyday!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north...2703-14019611/

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

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I would really like to go to something like this, thanks for the review, how did you find out about it? her website or something?

Oystercatcher flock
forty-five strong by river
an amazing sight

:cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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That's lovely DT.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oooooo I like a challenge! :D


Definitions

Hoo man Mossy,
Wor frecks is belta,
Aye she’s right clivva,
divin’t dis the freckle,
she might get monged
and she is not minted,
but she knaas her Geordie slang,
and “lush” is geet lovely or nice,
but hey ney botha mossy,
I’ll no take offence,
a pint of snecklifter or two,
after the AW,
and all the radgieness will disappear,
all thoughts of you being a Heed the Baal,
gone forever!




voila.........

If Oven Gloves is reading this perhaps you would like to correct me if I have the wrong definition!/have anything to add? your first poem perhaps.....actually you probs running at the club which is where I should be, no wonder i am always right at the back!

http://bannedfromthebeagle.blogspot....die-slang.html

oh and this is really really important! apparently key geordie words like "hinny" are dying out, this CANNOT happen, so i beg you start using the word "hinny" today and tomorrow and everyday!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north...2703-14019611/

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That's wonderful Freckle. My Granny still uses the word hinny. I must try and use it more. :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

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Thats quality DT. Your not wrong about the welcome sun, it has been a long winter.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That's wonderful Freckle. My Granny still uses the word hinny. I must try and use it more. :)

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Aye wor lad you do that! :D, I too is going to see Joss, he might not write poems but when I heard him speak the last time i thought he had bags of charisma and told the odd joke or two! be good to see you there harry!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Oystercatcher flock
forty-five strong by river
an amazing sight

:cool:

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This is really lovely, I have a real soft spot for oyster catchers....;)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Aye wor lad you do that! :D, I too is going to see Joss, he might not write poems but when I heard him speak the last time i thought he had bags of charisma and told the odd joke or two! be good to see you there harry!

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Why aye Hinny.

It should be a good night out. The theatre at the lake is a great spot.

Still


A long day,
a tiring day,
I lie,
we lie,
wordless,
in each others arms,
the balm of silence and warmth between us,
and watch without sight
as the days woes wash away
into the ink of the night.

Love 'the balm of silence and warmth' freckle :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Still


A long day,
a tiring day,
I lie,
we lie,
wordless,
in each others arms,
the balm of silence and warmth between us,
and watch without sight
as the days woes wash away
into the ink of the night.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Love 'the balm of silence and warmth' freckle :)

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Why thank you, its good to see the king of haiku back!

I have an important question...

Is eating a whole
roasted butternut squash
a disgrace ? :eek:

just trying to get me vitamins like!!!!!:o

Suppose it depends on size of the squash. And how much Snecklifter you wash it down with! ;):D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Why thank you, its good to see the king of haiku back!

I have an important question...

Is eating a whole
roasted butternut squash
a disgrace ? :eek:

just trying to get me vitamins like!!!!!:o

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Suppose it depends on size of the squash. And how much Snecklifter you wash it down with! ;):D

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Hey I found your spritual home look.......

http://www.beerhaikudaily.com/

why didn't you think of that one DT!!!! :D:)

i think it was a big one......the squash i mean !

sorry...in mischevious mood!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Hey I found your spritual home look.......

http://www.beerhaikudaily.com/

why didn't you think of that one DT!!!! :D:)

i think it was a big one......the squash i mean !

sorry...in mischevious mood!

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Can't access it atm but will hve a look tomorrow. Sounds ace! :cool:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Hey I found your spritual home look.......

http://www.beerhaikudaily.com/

why didn't you think of that one DT!!!! :D:)

i think it was a big one......the squash i mean !

sorry...in mischevious mood!

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That's a wonderful website. :D

I off to watch the izzard and i don't know when i shall return so just in case i shall say night all!

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Originally Posted by freckle

I off to watch the izzard and i don't know when i shall return so just in case i shall say night all!

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I'm not going to be late. Goodnight freckle

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Originally Posted by freckle

I off to watch the izzard and i don't know when i shall return so just in case i shall say night all!

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Night night. The Izz is a star.

Edale Skyline

Skyline of Edale
Peat bogs, snow holes, icy cold
Will I survive it?

I can't wait for the weekend. Hope it doesn't rain too much.

First camping expo
of the year. Hip hip hurrah,
three cheers for canvass

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Originally Posted by freckle

I off to watch the izzard and i don't know when i shall return so just in case i shall say night all!

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Oh thanks for the reminder freckle :D I was just about to get up to date with the latest poems offerings but will do that tomorrow now ;)