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    From Will Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Thu Sep 28 02:45:21 2023
    On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 5:40:15 AM , Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:
    Ilya wrote in message
    news:808cfc9f-a662-4464...@googlegroups.com...
    On Monday, September 2, 2023 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:

    Irene Dämmerung

    She gave me a rock
    that she had hand painted
    Irene Dämmerung
    held my unrequited passion.

    Irene had a gentle heart
    I knew this when we
    were first acquainted.
    She wore a rabbit fur coat
    right in fashion.

    Her husband Twilight Joe
    was always high rolling.
    Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
    on his bride's visage we all gazed.

    A man with the good smoke
    that he was controlling.
    Irene could catch men's eyes
    even other girls were amazed.

    She'd paint little stones
    designs she had created.
    Traded her fur jacket to Tina
    for a green felt one that was better.

    She took off with Joe Shannon
    back down to Monticello.
    The last thing we ever heard from her
    was a sad letter.

    That Irene had walked in one day
    to see Joe dead from pleasure.
    Tied off arm and needle
    Joe had overdosed on his treasure.

    -Will Dockery

    (From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>> > events
    of Atlanta 1980-1983)

    Excellent once again.

    Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

    top poem

    Thanks again for the endorsement, Zod.

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Mon Oct 16 18:29:23 2023
    Will Dockery wrote:

    On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 5:40:15 AM , Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:
    Ilya wrote in message
    news:808cfc9f-a662-4464...@googlegroups.com...
    On Monday, September 2, 2023 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote: >>
    Irene Dämmerung

    She gave me a rock
    that she had hand painted
    Irene Dämmerung
    held my unrequited passion.

    Irene had a gentle heart
    I knew this when we
    were first acquainted.
    She wore a rabbit fur coat
    right in fashion.

    Her husband Twilight Joe
    was always high rolling.
    Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
    on his bride's visage we all gazed.

    A man with the good smoke
    that he was controlling.
    Irene could catch men's eyes
    even other girls were amazed.

    She'd paint little stones
    designs she had created.
    Traded her fur jacket to Tina
    for a green felt one that was better.

    She took off with Joe Shannon
    back down to Monticello.
    The last thing we ever heard from her
    was a sad letter.

    That Irene had walked in one day
    to see Joe dead from pleasure.
    Tied off arm and needle
    Joe had overdosed on his treasure.

    -Will Dockery

    (From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
    events
    of Atlanta 1980-1983)

    Excellent once again.

    Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

    top poem

    Thanks again for the endorsement, Zod.

    Good day to you both, Doc and I.S. ~~!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Nov 21 00:26:39 2023
    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 5:40:15 AM , Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:
    Ilya wrote in message
    news:808cfc9f-a662-4464...@googlegroups.com...
    On Monday, September 2, 2023 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote: >>>
    Irene Dämmerung

    She gave me a rock
    that she had hand painted
    Irene Dämmerung
    held my unrequited passion.

    Irene had a gentle heart
    I knew this when we
    were first acquainted.
    She wore a rabbit fur coat
    right in fashion.

    Her husband Twilight Joe
    was always high rolling.
    Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
    on his bride's visage we all gazed.

    A man with the good smoke
    that he was controlling.
    Irene could catch men's eyes
    even other girls were amazed.

    She'd paint little stones
    designs she had created.
    Traded her fur jacket to Tina
    for a green felt one that was better.

    She took off with Joe Shannon
    back down to Monticello.
    The last thing we ever heard from her
    was a sad letter.

    That Irene had walked in one day
    to see Joe dead from pleasure.
    Tied off arm and needle
    Joe had overdosed on his treasure.

    -Will Dockery

    (From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>> >>> > events
    of Atlanta 1980-1983)

    Excellent once again.

    Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

    top poem

    Thanks again for the endorsement, Zod.

    Good day to you both, Doc and I.S. ~~!

    Hello again my friend.

    🙂

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