God, or what passes for it has now fleshed out my EFIT profile and this is what I have found out. My face has many expressions, as does my writing, and in consequence will try anything more than once - in fact constantly. I spent much of my life as a pro pianist, during which time my opinions of people as largely deluded lunatics has been confirmed. I should know - I'm one of them, though one should never take oneself seriously - should one? Writing poetry has been a constant activity throughout and now having retired I am delighted to be able to spent lots of time pursuing that and also reading live. I have had two pamphlets published called "A History nailed down" and "Tales of the Unaccepted" by Dempsey and Windle. I have an ability for mimicking voices and accents and often enjoy using them for live readings. I think poetry should uplift or inform, not depress and dull us down, unless it informs us of genuine issues, in which case it should not be over indulgent; just my opinion. That's me damned of course. At my late age I don't have to fit the EFIT anymore. I do try to keep a sense of wonder, though it gets harder. Thanks to all who took the trouble to read.
Amateur Musicians They straddled the bar big men all. I looked up to them as from afar. They talked of mouthpieces brass technique, perfection sought with breath in their cheek and huff in their puff following through with their lip speak. Embouchure, bores everyone that was their way of having fun. UP AND OVER. Climbing the hill can make you ill but try it anyway, to see what's on the other side. Make the effort, then let God decide. POST INDUSTRIALIZATION "There's trouble at 'Mill" someone said so they closed it down. Those who had the means got out of town. WISE MEN Where are the wise men when we need them? Packing in their lucrative jobs to serve the Lord, to put on cassocks in fine and respectful fettle, in celestial splendour, living off the investments of gold, frankincense and myrrh and the pretence of miracles, to which they appeared to defer.
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