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March 24, 2018

I Am For An English Libertie

I am for
An English libertie
Wherein,
When I close my door,
I am free
To sin
(Whatever sin may be).

I am for
An English libertie
Where the law
Protects person and propertie
And the weak
Who can not for themselves speak.

I am for
An English libertie
Where people who’s views I dislike
Can sleep easy at night
And they extend the same courtesie
To me.

I am for
An English libertie
Where students can not ban those with whom they disagree
From campus under “no platform”, for that is not free
Spee...

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Published on March 24, 2018 01:17

March 23, 2018

Silence

Silence enfolds,
Holds
Me.
In her soothing arms.
How well I know her charms.

I abhore
The crowd’s inane roar
Where those who shout loudest are too often heard
And the liar’s honeyed word
Is sweet
In the ears of those who long to eat.

The crowd will crucify
Those who are found to lie.
But tis a truth most drear
That tis the lie they long to hear.

The multitude hate
The silence for it makes them think,
So turn to drink
And prate
Of matters they only half comprehend.

I shall defend
The freed...

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Published on March 23, 2018 08:43

There Was A Young Lady Called Christine

There was a young lady called Christine
Whose writing was always pristine.
Noone understood a word
But I have heard
That her life was squeaky clean!

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Published on March 23, 2018 00:23

The Tape

I can not escape
This constant tape
Running in my head.

When I am dead
The words said
Will go
I know
Not where,
Other than those
That from paper stare
At my readers from the printed page.

I shall be beyond rage
Or any other emotion,
Lost in a great ocean
Of what?
Shall I know it not?
Methinks
The tape will, finally, stop

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Published on March 23, 2018 00:04

March 22, 2018

Here’s how to check which apps have access to your Facebook account—and delete them…

For anyone concerned about privacy, this is helpful

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

Further to my blog linking post on 15th March Facebook doesn’t make it easy to delete your account – Here’s How to do it Please also read the following  from Mike Murphy  on Quartz Media LLC:

If you’ve been on Facebook for a while, you’ve probably installed games or given sites permission to log into your Facebook account. You may even use Facebook to log into services like Spotify, Netflix, or Tinder. But...
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Published on March 22, 2018 09:20

March 21, 2018

Apart

I stood apart
My heart
Full of the organ’s sound.
Looking around
He asked “do you want to play?”
“No, just came to listen today”,
I replied.

Then, the music died
And I, (who stood apart
And knowing not where to start
Went my way).

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Published on March 21, 2018 06:25

There Was A Young Lady Called Flair

There was a young lady called Flair
Who met me on her stair.
She invited me to stay
Until break of day
When her husband found me there …

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Published on March 21, 2018 00:12

March 20, 2018

There Was A Young Lady Called Lin

There was a young lady called Lin
Who believed in original sin.
She met a man named More,
Who was naive and pure,
And he learned of original sin …

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Published on March 20, 2018 09:18

March 19, 2018

Was Squeers Misrepresented By Dickens In Nicholas Nickleby

In his novel, Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens portrays Wackford Squeers (the headmaster) as a sadist with no redeeming features. Squeers was based on the (actual) headmaster of a Yorkshire school named William Shaw who was prosecuted for child cruelty. However, according to a descendant of William Shaw he was, in fact a humane man who was liked by his students and by the community in which his school operated. Dickens therefore does Shaw a great injustice in his portrayal of him in Nichola...

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Published on March 19, 2018 13:36

“Doctor Foster” Reinterpreted

I have played around, (purely for my own amusement), with the English nursery rhyme “Doctor Foster”. The first rendering is the traditional rendering, followed by my reinterpretations:

Doctor Foster went to
Gloucester,
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle,
Right up to his middle,
And never went there again.

Doctor Foster went to
Gloucester,
In a shower of rain;
He got in a muddle,
When he fell in a puddle,
And never went there again.

Doctor Foster went to
Gloucester,
In a show...

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Published on March 19, 2018 05:47