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   From: shez@oldcity.f2s.com   
      
   In article <38pbseF5qj7q1U1@individual.net>, Jani    
   writes   
   >   
   >"Shez" wrote in message   
   >news:bblK7GBTa2JCFwZQ@oldcity.f2s.com...   
   >> In article , Rob Evans   
   >> writes   
   >>>In message <112e3kfr0o0fc17@corp.supernews.com>, Rhyanon   
   >>> writes   
   >>>>Another point worth making [not that I expect you to have the cerebral   
   >>>>wherewithal to grasp it] is that witches don't put their names forward.   
   >>>>We   
   >>>>prefer to be anonymous; a witch wends their Will not for acclaim and   
   >>>>glory,   
   >>>>but for purposes all one's own.   
   >>>>   
   >>>I don't know about anyone else from RAP but I'm close to personal   
   >>>conversion here. Witchery is beginning to look pretty cool: you get to   
   >>>use multiple consonants, a phase-shifting spell checker, and ALL   
   >>>personal pronouns are completely interchangeable. It's a lot bloody   
   >>>easier than poetry, I'd say.   
   >>>   
   >>>Rob   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Stick to poetry, I don't think you have the makings of a witch..Your   
   >> sense of humour isn't twisted enough..   
   >   
   >Well, Cheltenham, they're bloody posh there, aren't they? ;)   
   >   
   >Jani   
   >   
   >On well nuff said, toffee nosed gits down their... they talk with a   
   plum in their mouths and start every conversation like the Queen... One   
   is not amused ..hehe.   
   A poet from Cheltenham.. that must be nearly as rare as hens teeth...   
   you don't do a lot of starving in garrets down that neck of the woods.   
   Mater usually has an Au pair you know and Patter douse something in the   
   city....   
   Perhaps its a way of being different... like being a male hairdresser in   
   Newcastle...;)   
      
      
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