too dwell not I rode, a snowy mountain highway,
do ask not he’s lost. does it arrears, the hobo ask is he loose, lost
do ask I no more petrol, this Beasts, run amok, I needs be guidance.
go my glory be, a hill is south west. do ask for the mount snowy highway
too ask of my friends, in my town a wee Jasper! I ask is it far. do taken bypass
do ask is he there, on my glory be my dog of the tucker-box, rest in Gundog.
do laughter, my rolling hills, it easy. I discovered the tiny hole, a museum.
do ask is any man. a dog, a mule for my boots, a PMG, do look six penny, golden syrup my tins
do ask is he there, glory be Sam. we are in luck. a customer, he welsh ask for bread, get my hand out,
do woes he outside, outback he ask old fixing steam train. what is it creaky floor it needs a fixing
do else we ask is it state savings bank, post master general, we got the snapper and the throttle, a bowser he front

do you replenish her looks, she’s my lovely old wife, like her did yah

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Ray Burt has been writing forthwith, and the ideology of the works, has been wisdom, a kind of peddling of fiction and theosophy; and the propaganda on how to live our lives; as such :” the doctrine of the peasant”, this was poetry, and “the Canaanite prophesies:”; i had exposed the world to my genera of blue book. calling it, “intervention the biography of the Beast”, a pack of lies, some argument there; and “Andromeda calling, the fallacy of alien thought”..i just got married to my biggest fan, i ‘m a member of the armed forces, i write on raising awareness in individuals. do we wishful for of in whom we worship. is life, and society, ethics, theology, a heightened remorseless viewpoint. Read more here: https://haeveloch.wordpress.com/ 

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