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Regards,

A.E.

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Visiting Neil

Hello old friend. I’m sorry that it’s been a while.

I can’t pretend that this cold place is easy on the mind.

But nonetheless you’re always there, somewhere,

underneath and in the darkness; thinking through philosophies,

searching out those sparks of why and wherefore

to eternity.

Who me? I’ve done OK, The usual, you know - job, house,...

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. . . of varts and tickers

The Right Reverend Spooner (of wuddled murds fame)

had a nocturnal penchant for girls on the game.

His favourite muse was lady named Roxy

-  (a voluptuous vixen, both feisty and foxy!)

One night after Vespers – his loins amply stirred,

he set out to “perch” with this exotic bird.

But beneath the red light there was no sign of Rox –

...

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A Yukon Tale . . .

Miles from God’s own county, three Yorkshire men were Yukon bound,

To sift through silt and clinging mud for riches from the Klondike ground.

With frozen feet and aching backs through ice and snow and sleet and rain,

determined to get rich - or die, they panned the Yukon grain by grain.

And grain by grain they built a hoard, of gold dust stored in ca...

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social

They’ve pulled down the village club;

all that’s left’s a stone and plaque to war they said was great.

Starter homes now stand between the one-time shop and pub;

the first grey tentacles perhaps, of yet another sink estate.

In the shadow of the quarry face the limekiln chimney’s long returned to dust

and railway veins to all the world are gone to rot and rus...

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