Sunday Sampler 12/1/19 Begins.. The topic as picked by Zod is Fascination/Infatuation.

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-01 05:35:16 UTC

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
(Closes Midnight Monday, Thanksgiving week)
1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without posting
a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.
12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.

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Holding Her Hand

I watched that delicate hand wither,
little surprise, being severed through bone
and vein.

I only wanted to hold it
and walk through that rose filled
garden of infatuation-
entwine my fingers in hers,
perhaps feel the pulse
coursing that pink palm.

Her hand withdrew as if repulsed
or worse, snatched away from the exposed teeth
of a snarling dog.

Now I hold that hand
encased in a frozen pose,
one finger pointing as if chipped away
from the Sistine Chapel.

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-01 05:45:07 UTC

(Closes Midnight Monday, Thanksgiving week)

1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without
posting a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic
offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.
12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.
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Holding Her Hand
by Edward Rochester Esq.

I watched that delicate hand wither,
little surprise, being severed through bone
and vein.

I only wanted to hold it
and walk through that rose filled
garden of infatuation-
entwine my fingers in hers,
perhaps feel the pulse
coursing that pink palm.

Her hand withdrew as if repulsed
or worse, snatched away from the exposed teeth
of a snarling dog.

Now I hold that hand
encased in a frozen pose,
one finger pointing as if chipped away
from the Sistine Chapel.

Wood Nymph
by Edward Rochester Esq.

"Just follow my cry",
was the whisper
and I did, to where deception
was as tall as evergreens,
her stare, starting snowstorms,
her kiss, a Vesuvius rumble.

I was lost at first,
succumbing to tender thoughts,
the path taking me
to those warned about dark places
by others returning from love's thicket;
an army of seekers
all wanting to open the heart,
and protect the weakness
of wood nymphs;
but no butterfly this one,
spitting out souls
after lion gulps,
crushing bone as if a Wolverine.

Beware the cry in the woods,
step lightly over that path
to forever bliss;
beware the whisper.

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-01 06:04:22 UTC

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Holding Her Hand
I watched that delicate hand wither,
little surprise, being severed through bone
and vein.
I only wanted to hold it
and walk through that rose filled
garden of infatuation-
entwine my fingers in hers,
perhaps feel the pulse
coursing that pink palm.
Her hand withdrew as if repulsed
or worse, snatched away from the exposed teeth
of a snarling dog.
Now I hold that hand
encased in a frozen pose,
one finger pointing as if chipped away
from the Sistine Chapel.

To a Wood Nymph
by Edward Rochester Esq.

"Just follow my cry",
was the whisper
and I did, to where deception
was as tall as evergreens,
her stare, starting snowstorms,
her kiss, a Vesuvius rumble.

I was lost at first,
succumbing to tender thoughts,
the path taking me
to those warned about dark places
by others returning from love's thicket;
an army of seekers
all wanting to open the heart,
and protect the weakness
of wood nymphs;
but no butterfly this one,
spitting out souls
after lion gulps,
crushing bone as if a Wolverine.

Beware the cry in the woods,
step lightly over that path
to forever bliss;
beware the whisper.

2019-12-02 09:53:34 UTC

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Holding Her Hand
I watched that delicate hand wither,
little surprise, being severed through bone
and vein.
I only wanted to hold it
and walk through that rose filled
garden of infatuation-
entwine my fingers in hers,
perhaps feel the pulse
coursing that pink palm.
Her hand withdrew as if repulsed
or worse, snatched away from the exposed teeth
of a snarling dog.
Now I hold that hand
encased in a frozen pose,
one finger pointing as if chipped away
from the Sistine Chapel.

To a Wood Nymph
by Edward Rochester Esq.
"Just follow my cry",
was the whisper
and I did, to where deception
was as tall as evergreens,
her stare, starting snowstorms,
her kiss, a Vesuvius rumble.
I was lost at first,
succumbing to tender thoughts,
the path taking me
to those warned about dark places
by others returning from love's thicket;
an army of seekers
all wanting to open the heart,
and protect the weakness
of wood nymphs;
but no butterfly this one,
spitting out souls
after lion gulps,
crushing bone as if a Wolverine.
Beware the cry in the woods,
step lightly over that path
to forever bliss;
beware the whisper.

Both are spectacular Ed.

NancyGene

2019-12-02 11:48:53 UTC

Post by Me
Both are spectacular Ed.

"They're real and they're spectacular."

2019-12-02 12:35:33 UTC

Post by NancyGene

Post by Me
Both are spectacular Ed.

"They're real and they're spectacular."
http://youtu.be/aQNkeugaAMc

Since pissbum is only posting under one of his addresses, I wonder if the other one got banned for excessive amounts of spamming and self promotion?

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 12:43:21 UTC

ME[8

wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 12:35]On
Since pissbum

X

You just broke one of the Sunday Sampler rules...........

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/IeqKaNOHPsw/WL5rUvBnAAAJ

12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.

The rest of the rules...........

1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without posting
a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-02 12:51:00 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
ME[8

wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 12:35]On
Since pissbum

X
You just broke one of the Sunday Sampler rules...........
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/IeqKaNOHPsw/WL5rUvBnAAAJ
12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.
The rest of the rules...........
1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without posting
a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.

Agree, here and now gone....settle down all you poets

2019-12-02 03:49:39 UTC

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Holding Her Hand
I watched that delicate hand wither,
little surprise, being severed through bone
and vein.
I only wanted to hold it
and walk through that rose filled
garden of infatuation-
entwine my fingers in hers,
perhaps feel the pulse
coursing that pink palm.
Her hand withdrew as if repulsed
or worse, snatched away from the exposed teeth
of a snarling dog.
Now I hold that hand
encased in a frozen pose,
one finger pointing as if chipped away
from the Sistine Chapel.

Will Dockery

2019-12-02 21:13:35 UTC

Long Long Time

In my upstairs work area
at the old Jordan Mill
looking out the window
overlooking the river.

I heard the siren blow
I saw the black funnel crossing over
with a howling sound
like "Here comes my train."

The storm was blasting
outside of the second floor.
The dust then circled
and settled on the floor.

The ceiling spun
into chopped hunks
busted at my feet.
Whatever was happening
the chaos was complete.
So I left
and took the future with me.

The winds were huffing
sideways wet air all about,
I sat in the smoking booth
on the second floor looking out.

Shipping through the device
bale after bale
passes through.

On a twelve hour shift
I'd stand and watch them roll past
from one hopper
to the other.

I'd been up and down old Broadway
trying to sell my wares,
while the ladies have no time for me
or for any of my cares.
So I left
and took the future with me.

Te orange of the sun
shined down on the Earth
through black clouds
and more of that sideways rain.
"The Devil's beating his wife."

I adjusted the mechanism
when it became too speedy
or I needed a smoke break
or an elevator haul.

Switching empty carts
for full
or vise versa
postponed to the night.

Near the window where the light was
dust particles sparkled
all that history
what was it worth?

On the assembly line
at the old factory
where I worked for nearly a decade.

Before I jumped the fence
before they chained the gates
each day was basically the same.

The belt was moving fast
I registered,
poured a coffee
and punched a code on the buttons
on that heavy green machine.

Waited for the conveyor belt
to roll down
another bale of cotton.

Shipping through the device
bale after bale
passes through.

On a twelve hour shift
I'd stand and watch them
roll past
from one to the other.

Winter of 1984-85
was a cold one.
Just the mention of those digits
take me back
in fascination
on that dark infatuation
of that era.

Visions of boots
stomping in the mud
the belt was moving fast
moving like it should.

I registered
and poured a coffee
punched a code on the buttons
on that heavy green machine.

First minutes of the year 1985
and we saw Tom Snelling
swung in a Judo move
by a Denny's waitress.

The girl indeed knew her moves
Tom on the carpet
we all laughed with kudos
and took a booth
in the Smoking Section.

Later back at the Mill
as the hours passed
slowly on a graveyard shift
to keep the mechanism moving.

Fascination or discovery
everything was ordered.
Then I left
and took the future with me.

-Will Dockery 1977/2019

General Zod

2019-12-01 06:07:02 UTC

So it begins...!

Great opening, Rochester..!!

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-01 07:25:11 UTC

Suzy Q. Here Is A Poem For You

Long time ago Suzy Q.
when I was infatuated with you.
Carved your name on the park bench with a sigh
across the street from Grand Island High.
How many years I am hard pressed
to make a second guess....

I sip some wine by this camp fire
so I babble as Mike plays his lyre.
I recite this poem
as is the norm.
Continue on in my fascination
Suzy Q. smiles
I can see for 1,014 miles.

Take a left at Buffalo
on any give Saturday.
Out Second Avenue
then to the Falls for a view.
Then like a hot rod race bound
roaring down I-190 to downtown
to get a last few beers
feeling no fears.

Goodbye never was completed
Suzy Q. was never mistreated
from all those forty years
I could have wept some tears
When your folks moved on down
to the far side of town.

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-01 07:27:19 UTC

Typo corrected.........

It should be....

on any given Saturday.

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 03:53:40 UTC

Great collection of talent, here....

George J. Dance

2019-12-01 13:05:54 UTC

To watch the stillness in moving things:
light, rock, water over rock,
how these have emerged from nothing;
to see the motion within the still,
the future already tensed
within a seed, a mind;
to build and, building, rise
creating from such nothing
the building rising from the rock,
power from water bearing light;
to write in poems of carbon
rising from mind, the word –
“Deus, ecce deus”
– the way these all emerge from nothing,
permanence from void, the logos
still within; now and forever
movement and stillness ascend the spiral,
climb that ancient winding stair,
the fixed point always present, always still
within the ascent;
it is of such things
that our myths are made:

2019-12-01 19:46:35 UTC

Post by George J. Dance
light, rock, water over rock,
how these have emerged from nothing;
to see the motion within the still,
the future already tensed
within a seed, a mind;
to build and, building, rise
creating from such nothing
the building rising from the rock,
power from water bearing light;
to write in poems of carbon
rising from mind, the word –
“Deus, ecce deus”
– the way these all emerge from nothing,
permanence from void, the logos
still within; now and forever
movement and stillness ascend the spiral,
climb that ancient winding stair,
the fixed point always present, always still
within the ascent;
it is of such things

????

2019-12-01 19:50:19 UTC

Bump

NancyGene

2019-12-01 14:35:35 UTC

Infatuation Duration
a poem by NancyGene

Cut the fat from infatuation,
set the letters in fat chance
I will look your way with
other than a disdainful glance.

In your inuated mind, if I turned,
you would look away--caught,
fascinated by me and my evident
satisfaction with how my life ought

to be, but still you tell me how lovely
I am, write notes that you love me,
stand, follow, watch, wait, and I
wonder how long before I am set free.

2019-12-01 15:22:17 UTC

Stop

I knew what was wanted before the call
and knew Maker's Mark provided the balls
to even ask.

Tonight marks the end and from afterlife
a bloody sheet will cover that plea
that went silent after my plea to stop.

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 05:43:59 UTC

Me[9

Stop
I knew what was wanted before the call
and knew Maker's Mark provided the balls
to even ask.
Tonight marks the end and from afterlife
a bloody sheet will cover that plea
that went silent after my plea to stop.

Very good and powerful poem, ME....

Kudos....

2019-12-02 08:57:00 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Me[9

Stop
I knew what was wanted before the call
and knew Maker's Mark provided the balls
to even ask.
Tonight marks the end and from afterlife
a bloody sheet will cover that plea
that went silent after my plea to stop.

Very good and powerful poem, ME....
Kudos....

Thanks.

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 13:29:54 UTC

Me[9

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Me[9

Stop
I knew what was wanted before the call
and knew Maker's Mark provided the balls
to even ask.
Tonight marks the end and from afterlife
a bloody sheet will cover that plea
that went silent after my plea to stop.

Very good and powerful poem, ME....
Kudos....

Thanks.

Yu are quite welcome.....!!

General Zod

2019-12-01 20:11:45 UTC

Good poetry, G.D. and ME....

I thank you for your efforts to make poetry the focus of the group again....

Dental River

2019-12-01 20:50:00 UTC

Spent Place

Arcadia was an architecture left
unattended where
the wolfpacks used to intersect.
Philosopher, why do we still pay the rent?

It has been nobody's but our
own subterfuge,
cultivation of our veins
to battle the forest of fascination.

Why should this world turn one more
corner West?
All our efforts run it to ground
ever faster, new gravities cannot lift it afresh.

A window open to God knows what
confesses that
Arcadia was saved in rags,
for the One disinterested reason.

Robert Burrows

2019-12-01 21:58:08 UTC

Until obliterated by the light
Darkness is infatuated with dawn
she thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

Robert Burrows

2019-12-01 21:59:36 UTC

She thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

Robert Burrows

2019-12-01 22:01:37 UTC

Until obliterated by the light
Darkness is infatuated with dawn

She thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

General Zod

2019-12-02 02:24:07 UTC

Post by Robert Burrows
Until obliterated by the light
Darkness is infatuated with dawn
She thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

Good poetry, G.D. Robert, Barry and ME....

I thank you for your efforts to make poetry the focus of the group again....!!

2019-12-02 03:41:22 UTC

Post by Robert Burrows
Until obliterated by the light
Darkness is infatuated with dawn
She thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

Good poetry, G.D. Robert, Barry and ME....
I thank you for your efforts to make poetry the focus of the group again....!!

2019-12-02 03:47:44 UTC

Post by Robert Burrows
Until obliterated by the light
Darkness is infatuated with dawn
She thinks that she loves the night
But when she opens her eyes it's gone

Good poetry, G.D. Robert, Barry and ME....
I thank you for your efforts to make poetry the focus of the group again....!!

Dental River

2019-12-01 22:39:37 UTC

Spending Place

Arcadia was an architecture
left unattended
where wolf packs used to intersect.
Philosopher, why do we still pay rent?

It has been nobody's but our own
subterfuge,
cultivating our veins
to battle a forest of fascination.

Why should this world turn one more
corner West?
Our efforts run it to ground ever faster,
new gravities cannot lift it afresh.

A window opened to God knows what
confesses that
Arcadia was saved in rags,
by One disinterested in reason.

Dental River

2019-12-01 23:11:19 UTC

Spending Place

Arcadia was an architecture
left unattended
where wolfpacks used to intersect.
Philosopher, why do we still pay rent?

This has been nobody's but our own
subterfuge,
in the cultivation of veins
sent to battle a forest of fascination.

Why should this world turn one more
corner West?
All efforts run it to ground ever faster,
new gravities cannot lift it afresh.

A window open to God knows what
confesses,
Arcadia was saved in its rags
by the One disinterested in reason.

Will Dockery

2019-12-02 04:43:29 UTC

A great S.S.

My poem will debut in a few hours.

;)

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 09:30:01 UTC

Escape From The Negative Zone

In the Negative Zone
Demon in a bottle
a room full of...

Mirrors.

The glass reflects
skull and crossbones
on negative zone...

Oblivion.

Liquid evil
pour a shot
smiling face
blackout in the...

Zone.

I'm dreaming
of...

Escape from the Negative Zone
From a Demon in a bottle
From a room full of...

Mirrors.

General Zod

2019-12-02 10:27:37 UTC

Remember everyone....!!

We have until midnight Monday on this Sunday Sampler....!

Will Dockery

2019-12-02 19:41:51 UTC

Post by General Zod
Remember everyone....!!
We have until midnight Monday on this Sunday Sampler....!

I'm getting the finishing touches on my S.S. entry...

Glad we have until Midnight.

;)

2019-12-02 20:41:11 UTC

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General Zod
Remember everyone....!!
We have until midnight Monday on this Sunday Sampler....!

I'm getting the finishing touches on my S.S. entry...
Glad we have until Midnight.
;)

No. That’s incorrect. You’ve got until 10pm.
Use it wisely. (Maybe don’t submit).

Will Dockery

2019-12-02 20:59:42 UTC

Post by ME
No. That’s incorrect. You’ve got until 10pm.
Use it wisely. (Maybe don’t submit).

Thanks for the update.

;)

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 12:50:35 UTC

Okay, since you deleted the rule breaking post I reckon you don't get the X, ME.........

The rules, again, for those who forgot them..........

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/IeqKaNOHPsw/WL5rUvBnAAAJ

1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without posting
a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.
12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.

-Edward Rochester

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-02 12:57:54 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Okay, since you deleted the rule breaking post I reckon you don't get the X, ME.........
The rules, again, for those who forgot them..........

And, they are administered by Edward, dumbass.

Post by Z***@none.i2p
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/IeqKaNOHPsw/WL5rUvBnAAAJ
1.Opens after midnight Saturday...
2.Closes midnight Sunday...time zone taken into consideration
3.New poems preferred, old accepted.
4.Up to two poems per member.
5.Topic will be chosen on Wednesdays (I'll start the first designate the
second
who will designate the third..and on.
6.Poems must be on topic.
7.Any style/length
8.All poems under the Sunday Sampler heading,
no separate posts.
9.comments welcome or not..Michael has offered his comments without posting
a poem, which is more than welcome.
10.The dreaded 'X' will be placed on poems not following the topic offered.
11.One day, One troll free Sampler thread, please.
12: No name calling, personal attacks or flame posts.
13: Constructive comments/criticisms only.
14: No whining.
-Edward Rochester

ME, please slow done..take it outside.

2019-12-02 13:04:51 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Okay, since you deleted the rule breaking post I reckon you don't get the X, ME.........
The rules, again, for those who forgot them..........

And, they are administered by Edward, dumbass.

ME, please slow done..take it outside.

Sorry Ed.

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 12:51:54 UTC

This thread can be read without deletions at the Nova BBS........

https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&goto=2386585&#msg_2386585

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-02 12:56:13 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
This thread can be read without deletions at the Nova BBS........
https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&goto=2386585&#msg_2386585

Then you'll agree, the problem has been corrected here, where it counts..not outside.

2019-12-02 12:57:31 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
This thread can be read without deletions at the Nova BBS........
https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&goto=2386585&#msg_2386585

Fuck novabbs

General Zod

2019-12-02 13:02:13 UTC

ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-02 13:07:15 UTC

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Z***@none.i2p

2019-12-02 13:12:06 UTC

Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 13:07

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-02 13:22:40 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 13:07

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Thanks...difficult to take six days of nonsense by all concerned and call all quiet on the seventh......

2019-12-02 23:06:12 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 13:07

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Thanks...difficult to take six days of nonsense by all concerned and call all quiet on the seventh......

You’re right about that.....

General Zod

2019-12-03 00:29:58 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 13:07

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Thanks...difficult to take six days of nonsense by all concerned and call all quiet on the seventh......

I have heard you have a winter storm coming up your way Rochester so let me make this fast........

I pick Robert Burrows for the next Sunday Sampler, if he accepts and there are no objections.........

Edward Rochester Esq.

2019-12-03 00:31:13 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p
Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 13:07

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Thanks...difficult to take six days of nonsense by all concerned and call all quiet on the seventh......

I have heard you have a winter storm coming up your way Rochester so let me make this fast........
I pick Robert Burrows for the next Sunday Sampler, if he accepts and there are no objections.........

Excellent...I will post, thanks

General Zod

2019-12-03 00:36:36 UTC

Post by Z***@none.i2p

Post by General Zod
ME, the rules state no name calling, etc.....

Zod, please let me control it...

Absolutely, Rochester....

Thanks...difficult to take six days of nonsense by all concerned and call all quiet on the seventh......

I have heard you have a winter storm coming up your way Rochester so let me make this fast........
I pick Robert Burrows for the next Sunday Sampler, if he accepts and there are no objections.........

Excellent...I will post, thanks

Outstanding.....!!

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2019-12-02 13:06:57 UTC