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I agree Donna with everything you say, I have thought about it alot, and feel that Mr Farrar may be a somewhat Mephistopholean character.
I am reminded of the film Colonel Redl, or Faust. -
Is it true that the Police don't have a standardised HR system in place?
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Adam was molded out of clay, he had clay feet, that's why he didn't smack Cain for whacking Abel. Some Christians have been so affronted at this display of wussiness that they have rained vengeance on all and sundry since. This explains everything, except who is/ was God's Mother, and did She ever smack him?
All this is true as I have heard from Hell. -
Knocking artists of any shape in our dear wee land is a time honoured tradition, McCahon and Baxter spring to mind from the past and the present; only the other day the DJ Course in Wellington got the rip.
Labour may be held to account for alot of things, but they are art friendly and worker friendly. If you are a working artist with a job, believe me, you don't want a National Government. -
And in that anthology Curnow and the Baxter and Tuwhare held up well against Tennyson and Browning...
Hell yeah. But for love, Pablo Neruda, 20 Poems Of Love,
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is short, and oblivion so long.
~ from "Saddest Poem" by Pablo Neruda
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Dude, it's all about the car..."I got a 59 Chevy with a 387 and a Hirst on the floor..." (Bruce Springsteen). Now I must away,
Enough or Too Much!
William Blake (The Master) -
Master Riddley you are a poet, hint, everyone knew a girl up the road called (insert girl name here) and a father with a (insert muscle car here).
Anyhow, like any brave young poet would, what did you do about it? -
Spooky man,
I put my monkey on the log
in order that he do the dog
he wagged his tail and shook his head
and did the cat instead
he's a weird monkey
wants my money, calls me honey.
Bob Dylan, All This And WW3
I'm not a big Bob fan but I was moved by the moment. -
Ah redeemed by Dog.
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Sadly, that is what got them back to Blighty, the smell of eels and chips. The next wave to be sent out secured all the chutney, between pukka's.