From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in   
   news:F-GdnXp2yP2JCcj0nZ2dnZfqnPGdnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   111>> Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> Will Dockery wrote:   
   >>>> nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene)   
   >>>> posted:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>> "Will-Dockery" wrote:   
   >>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> Christmas   
   >>>>> by W.H. Davies   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> Christmas has come, let's eat and drink"   
   >>>>> This is no time to sit and think;   
   >>>>> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >>>>> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >>>>> Let all men now get rid of care,   
   >>>>> And what one has let others share;   
   >>>>> Then 'tis the same, no matter which   
   >>>>> Of us is poor, or which is rich.   
   >>>>> Let each man have enough this day,   
   >>>>> Since those that can are glad to pay;   
   >>>>> There's nothing now too rich or good   
   >>>>> For poor men, not the King's own food.   
   >>>>> Now like a singing bird my feet   
   >>>>> Touch earth, and I must drink and eat.   
   >>>>> Welcome to all men: I'll not care   
   >>>>> What any of my fellows wear;   
   >>>>> We'll not let cloth divide our souls,   
   >>>>> They'll swim stark naked in the bowls.   
   >>>>> Welcome, poor beggar: I'll not see   
   >>>>> That hand of yours dislodge a flea,"   
   >>>>> While you sit at my side and beg,   
   >>>>> Or right foot scratching your left leg.   
   >>>>> Farewell restraint: we will not now   
   >>>>> Measure the ale our brains allow,   
   >>>>> But drink as much as we can hold.   
   >>>>> We'll count no change when we spend gold;   
   >>>>> This is no time to save, but spend,   
   >>>>> To give for nothing, not to lend.   
   >>>>> Let foes make friends: let them forget   
   >>>>> The mischief-making dead that fret   
   >>>>> The living with complaint like this"   
   >>>>> "He wronged us once, hate him and his."   
   >>>>> Christmas has come; let every man   
   >>>>> Eat, drink, be merry all he can.   
   >>>>> Ale's my best mark, but if port wine   
   >>>>> Or whisky's yours"let it be mine;   
   >>>>> No matter what lies in the bowls,   
   >>>>> We'll make it rich with our own souls.   
   >>>>> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >>>>> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> William knows where you live, Will   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> The poet?   
   >>>>   
   >>>> George Dance posted the poem at 8:23 am that morning.   
   >>>>   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> William Henry Davies, the subject of the thread.  "Try to keep up,"   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> I am keeping up   
   >>   
   >> You claim to have communicated with William Henry Davies?   
   >>   
   >> By what, seance?   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > The same way we keep in touch with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  If you   
   > have to ask, you would not understand anyway.  (BTW, they both think   
   > that your poems are "unspeakable shit.")   
      
   Could you ask them the next time you communicate with them if they regard   
   Dreckster as a douchebag? I'll interpret their hysterical laugher as a   
   'yes'.   
      
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   "Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign   
   that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets   
   another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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