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|    Cujo DeSockpuppet to Will-Dockery    |
|    Re: Our friend William Henry Davies aske    |
|    01 Jan 26 14:50:56    |
      From: cujo@petitmorte.net              will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) wrote in       news:k4ednbf1ZuwNBsj0nZ2dnZfqn_SdnZ2d@giganews.com:              >> NancyGene wrote:       >>       >>> NancyGene wrote:       >>>       >>>> 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.       >>       >>       >> Again, right... the voices in your head.       >>               |
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