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The Book of Invasions
Farmers say Eel pickers around Lough Neagh Descend from Hunter Gatherers, whilst they Descend from Neolithic farmers, those whose grave markers Astound, yet drawing remark millenia later Evidence of life here thirty three thousand years ago, I don’t remember a masonic period before the ice age This old race were dark skinned, blue eyed, in…
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UpAllFuckAll
Pinting up all hours Fine thing calls, powers Out for a Up with the Lark Walk in the Talk of the Park. Up all hours fuck all going on Ad for Alton Towers, old style blower no logo in foam no feds on phone Rotating sim Slim Charles how I survive shit despite a hundred…
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CRUSADE
Hephaestus of the lean-to, the villages hammydown armours seen to As if they were Pope’s robes purple as peacock’s tail fanned like a winning hand to mock the downy cygnets, parading that office He mends lockets, shoes oxen, builds strongboxes, tests locks, ensures a sword’ll knock through an enemy’s props and drop him He beats…
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STONEHENGE SECRETS
Half light half shadow Half snakes half ladders William Stukeley, mind you he was a mason He was amazed By the henges The ancients’ ways Kept him awake Days he spent on knees digging ditches Sweating between the cordons A serpent mound, Atlantean in origin A porous rock they poured concrete in to stopper a…
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