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Tuesday, 14 February 2012
SPRING POEM
Ah, sweet perusers of the written word, SPRING is almost upon us! Before long we will turn the corner at the end of Winter Street only to be assaulted by Mother Nature with her herb scented cosh. At this time of year I always go all woozy and poetic - So today I'm taking a break from the dull old grind of archaeology and instead I'm serving up a lovely poem about nature, about our green earth, about growth, about renewal - but specifically a poem about mindlessly vandalising trees.
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Hello
- Conor McHale
- Ireland
- I am a descended from a long line of conga dancers. I occasionally wear shoes. I gave up going to the toilet twenty years ago - it's a filthy habit. I have a pet bunny called Mucky - he's a filthy rabbit.
i think this one is my favourite.
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Genius? The www. is a great spot for ego massage, and God knows that sort of massage never has a happy ending.
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