I must return, back i go
To Ralph...now He
so long dead, and his woodland garden untended
I saw that summer
after relinkin uip with the junkie nurse, my once total Queen
upon that High Horseshoe pass.
The fires ragin' as if made for that day
her 'n I in err kitchen:
thirty seven years it had taken to get to that "presence"
Just to hear her squawk
to her drugdealin' mate
" bloody man ... off on his bloody hillside walk.."
why YOUR whorespittles and especially her
Countess of shopaholic Chester
(senior SRN)
was oncce our goddessly mother hen
The Gtreatest Beauty, AND role model
content nowadays her patients only waddle
from invalid bed, to pill poppers dispensary.Never even venturin' out her doors
despite living next to fabulous Corwen Moors
And snidely naggin' at just one
who saw them there... her ...well i did once care
But in her motor, off at last to find Ralph
I read aloud the Borrow
as to why, ok ancient history
but the then-Welsh sure had good reason to be full of all that self pity
The MArcher Lords of way back then
starved their Welsh tenants;
no moaning hype, only the finest landloping journalism:
The reality around me, from the mouths of "them"
there; when he wasn't in the pub performin all snotty
chattin' up the local simple lass totty.
Anyway what a finest day
(then at his garden home)
despite her nursing moan moan moan
yes i must go back also to Ralph on the pod
A year and half back some waffled stuff quite good
About what is that elusive place "happy"
Because so much in fact happens on the never ending Oddesseyan quest
i've clear forgot, which version is best
Then, or now....
I'm with Ralph in his perfect woodlander home
I wasn't even lookin' for!
Biut yesterday news at early
And yesterdawn was the VERY last day
Item one the silly old man
Robert P's kind of customer ...
'trafficked' young newmeat just up the road
that last story to be told
But as if right on cue
ITEM NUMBER TWO
Them marchin labia...
(so they say: some walked many dozens of miles)
To FIGHT loyally in solidarity, for a less corrupt Serbia!
What a ferkin superb example
Here its all.... i mean here this pestilent Peninsula
some tie died tomtoms, perhaps you can sample
However....
None of it matters,
(ohh yes celebrity hillwalkin they all think they are, with their fanciest madhat India /na Jones attire
but at last i met a REAL one sings in my HOME choir:
" yes i knew him.... that Pilger, J... standards have never been any higher"
All links and infills later
as or this morning, now
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