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two-ply, 24 roll-multipack, forgot the colour……

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@toybulldog wrote:

Travelling

Enough now, of grabbing, holding, the wars fought for peace, great loads of equipment

lugged to the borders of bogland, dumped, so that empty-handed, empty-minded, a few

stragglers could stagger home.

And my baggage – those tags, the stickers that brag of a Grand Hotel requisitioned for

troops, then demolished, of a tropical island converted into a golf course; the specimens,

photographs, notes – the heavier it grew, the less it was needed, the longer it strayed,

misdirected, the less it was missed.

[toybulldog]

Sharon you’re a genius.

It’s like a message ina bottle man, taken off in a sea of threads. …

bouncy bouncy
: o )

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@aaron_ade wrote:

hi all just a quickie to say thanks for listening and for phoning in and joining in with debates etc,

with regards to music i do try and play everything im asked for sometimes i cant for whatever reason but i do try!!

thanks again for listening im glad you enjoy the show

Aaron x

Request please Aaron, dedicate to rubyred
(happy birthday hun x)

Anarchy In The Uk
pistols

must be the 1976 EMI single

So did this quiz self-implode or what ? or is pats’ mighty cry of victory now yet another deleted thread ?

who won ? and what’s the score ?

doh !

[toybulldog]

Travelling

Mountains, lakes. I have been here before and on other mountains, wooded or rocky,

smelling of thyme. Lakes from whose beds they pulled the giant catfish, for food, larger,

deeper lakes that washed up dead carp and mussel shells, pearly or pink. Forests where,

after rain, salamanders lay, looped the dark mess with gold. High up, in a glade, bells

clanged, the cowherd boy was carving a pipe. And I moved on, to learn one of the million

histories, one weather, one dialect of herbs, one habitat after migration, displacement,

with greedy lore to pounce on a place and possess it, with the mind’s weapons, words,

while between land and water yellow vultures, mewing, looped empty air once filled with

the hundred names of the nameless, or swooped to the rocks, for carrion.

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you gotta love them Nigerian names

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@~Pebbles~ wrote:

“Its always in the last place you look”

No. Not for me. I keep on looking long after I find it

lol

“….tell me about it….”

This means, could you please repeat everything you just said from the very beginning, and while you’re at it, kindly shove that ear-trumpet into a convenient orifice would ya ?

[toybulldog]

for sleeping

[toybulldog]

40s, the lounge, 50s or quiz room

[toybulldog]

Gassenhauer from Musica Poetica, by Carl Orff

Music by George Aliceson Tipton.

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