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Will Dockery
2018-03-02 18:59:36 UTC
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Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)

Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.

Out of the forest
the end of the road.

Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.

It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.

Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.

Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.

Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.

McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school

Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.

December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.

I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.

Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.

-Will Dockery

Very rough draft, but all I have... seems I deleted all the other drafts and
versions of this poem, so posting here to placemark for my own uses.
Will Dockery
2018-03-04 22:58:53 UTC
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Working on finishing this one today... it will contain the "truce" theme, hopefully ready by Midnight tonight.

😀
Will Dockery
2019-02-11 03:37:14 UTC
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One of my notes on this poem stated:

"... it will contain the "truce" theme,"
Will Dockery
2018-03-06 10:46:19 UTC
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Will probably complete this one today, bumped to the top so I can find it easily.
General Zod
2019-03-23 06:38:12 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Will probably complete this one today, bumped to the top so I can find it easily.
Outstanding......

General Zod
2019-02-12 11:13:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Very rough draft, but all I have... seems I deleted all the other drafts and
versions of this poem, so posting here to placemark for my own uses.
Hope you find those drafts somewhere.........
Will Dockery™
2019-02-25 06:37:29 UTC
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This, again, is the post that was copy and pasted directly to the other thread by Zod, neglecting to add quotes or other editing:

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Still a work in progress.
Finish this one.............
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
This is the post in question... reposting on the other thread with a link.

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ

:)
Terrance General
2019-03-11 03:55:02 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Still a work in progress.
Finish this one.............
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
This is the post in question... reposting on the other thread with a link.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ
Heck yeah.......
ME
2019-03-11 10:23:34 UTC
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Post by Terrance General
Post by Will Dockery™
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Still a work in progress.
Finish this one.............
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
This is the post in question... reposting on the other thread with a link.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/KdlPmMeoBAAJ
Heck yeah.......
Thanks for reminder us what a lying hack pissbum is, zid.
y***@gmail.com
2019-03-11 10:24:46 UTC
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Good morning, everybody!!
Will Dockery™
2019-03-11 11:34:21 UTC
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Good morning, everybody!!
Good morning, Corey.

:)
y***@gmail.com
2019-03-11 12:11:18 UTC
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Okay. So, BUY!! I HAVE to run NOW!!
Will Dockery™
2019-03-11 21:36:50 UTC
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Okay. So, BUY!! I HAVE to run NOW!!
Okay, see you later, Yogi.

:)
Will Dockery™
2019-02-12 12:07:55 UTC
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No, pretty sure that those drafts are lost.
General Zod
2019-02-12 12:53:09 UTC
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Oh a shame.....
Me
2019-02-12 13:03:53 UTC
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Oh a shame.....
Oooooh noooooooo.
The tragedy of it!
But he can pull it out here on aapc and y’all (you, pissbum, dunce and pickles) can play with it until he’s satisfied.
General Zod
2019-03-18 01:39:12 UTC
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No, pretty sure that those drafts are lost.
A bloody shame...........
General Zod
2019-02-12 13:05:38 UTC
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You care so much do you troll?
Me
2019-02-12 13:06:36 UTC
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You care so much do you troll?
Of course I do, I’m devastated.
General Zod
2019-02-12 13:08:23 UTC
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You seem to be.....
General Zod
2019-02-12 21:16:26 UTC
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As I wrote in the other thread the casual reader would be able to follow this as a complete work....
General Zod
2019-02-13 00:46:06 UTC
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Here is one other version I found....

So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
suggestions, at least open to reading them:

Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)

Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.

Out of the forest
the end of the road.

Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.

It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.

Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.

Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.

Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.

McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school

Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.

December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.

I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.

Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.

-Will Dockery

But not much different....
ME
2019-02-13 00:48:33 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
General Zod
2019-02-13 06:43:02 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
Say whuuuut?
Michael Pendragon
2019-02-13 13:12:26 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
Say whuuuut?
ROTFLMAO! Will forgot to take of his Did sock... again!
Will Dockery™
2019-02-13 20:46:06 UTC
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No, Pendragon, you're imagining things again.

😊
h***@gmail.com
2019-02-13 20:48:01 UTC
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LOL. Thanks, Mchael.
ME
2019-02-14 00:22:09 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
Say whuuuut?
ROTFLMAO! Will forgot to take of his Did sock... again!
I do enjoy those bazzinga moments!!
But the fact that I’m here shows that, at times, I’m easily amused.
General Zod
2019-02-14 04:06:57 UTC
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Come over to legends and I will draw you....
ME
2019-02-15 04:06:38 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
Say whuuuut?
ROTFLMAO! Will forgot to take of his Did sock... again!
No will. You were the one who fucked up and posted under zods avatar.
ME
2019-02-15 13:15:41 UTC
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You wrote this pissbum, not zod. Unless he wrote the poem and not you.
Post by General Zod
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
This is your writing, not zods. Even on a good and sober day.
Post by General Zod
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
Say whuuuut?
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 17:40:22 UTC
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It was a copy and paste, improperly formatted aka quoted.

Simple as that.
ME
2019-02-15 11:48:47 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
You can delete the evidence will, but everyone already knows that you were caught posting under zods name.
But you’ve been caught doing that before.
But we won’t let it go this time.
And to think we’ve been blaming zod for the juvenile back and forth that’s been polluted this group.
Michael was wrong. Seems you’ve found a way to suck yourself..
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 12:28:11 UTC
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It was explained to you what happened, troll, but no surprise that you are still confused.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-02-15 12:50:39 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
You can delete the evidence will, but everyone already knows that you were caught posting under zods name.
But you’ve been caught doing that before.
But we won’t let it go this time.
And to think we’ve been blaming zod for the juvenile back and forth that’s been polluted this group.
Michael was wrong. Seems you’ve found a way to suck yourself..
I beg to differ, ME. Either way, he still sucks bum-ass.
ME
2019-02-15 13:04:33 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by ME
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?
You can delete the evidence will, but everyone already knows that you were caught posting under zods name.
But you’ve been caught doing that before.
But we won’t let it go this time.
And to think we’ve been blaming zod for the juvenile back and forth that’s been polluted this group.
Michael was wrong. Seems you’ve found a way to suck yourself..
I beg to differ, ME. Either way, he still sucks bum-ass.
I stand corrected Michael.
But now that pissbum can suck his own bum ass, there is little need of zod anymore.
He can go back to Florida now. The weather is better there for hobos anyway.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 17:11:53 UTC
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Post by ME
I stand corrected
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/XhJxwGW8AwAJ
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
No I wrote this but the quoting was wrong since I copied it from another site.
I posted it with copy and paste of Doc's poem...……..
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
This is the post that was copied and pasted by Zod to the other thread, without "quotes".

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/XhJxwGW8AwAJ

HTH & HAND.

:)
General Zod
2019-02-16 03:34:43 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
I stand corrected
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/XhJxwGW8AwAJ
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
No I wrote this but the quoting was wrong since I copied it from another site.
I posted it with copy and paste of Doc's poem...……..
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
This is the post that was copied and pasted by Zod to the other thread, without "quotes".
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/YTCXd74Yuso/XhJxwGW8AwAJ
HTH & HAND.
:)
Exactly........
ME
2019-02-24 12:37:48 UTC
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On Tuesday, February 12, 2019 at 7:46:08 PM UTC-5
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
?????????
Who is this?
And what have done with zod?.
This never got resolved.
It just got buried. In zids post, he seemed to be writing as if ‘he’ wrote the poem and was unsure about ‘his title’ of the poem.
And the original shows that. You could never ‘find’ the actual post that you both claimed he reposted. Y’all lied and got caught.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 12:42:27 UTC
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No, I posted and reposted the original post, you must have missed that, "Me".

Have a look at the Archives.

😊
ME
2019-02-24 12:43:55 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
No, I posted and reposted the original post, you must have missed that, "Me".
Have a look at the Archives.
😊
No, you didn’t. That’s another lie.
ME
2019-02-14 14:24:14 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
——————-
Post by General Zod
But not much different....
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name, will.
And when Micheal pointed it out, you accused him of being confused.
This doesn’t help you out much with your credibility issues.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 14:45:26 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name
No, I didn't.

:)
ME
2019-02-14 14:46:25 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name
No, I didn't.
:)
Yes you did.
Michael Pendragon
2019-02-14 14:56:03 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name
No, I didn't.
:)
Yes you did.
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.

It's archived for all of Posterity to see... and laugh.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 14:58:52 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by Michael Pendragon
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.
Must be Zod, then.

:)
ME
2019-02-14 15:01:47 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by Michael Pendragon
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.
Must be Zod, then.
:)
You know it wasn’t zod. You fucked up. Admit it and move on.
Michael Pendragon
2019-02-14 15:04:21 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by Michael Pendragon
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.
Must be Zod, then.
:)
You know it wasn’t zod. You fucked up. Admit it and move on.
Will's two dumb ass motherfuckers.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 15:05:41 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
You know it wasn’t zod.
Why was it not Zod?

What do you have beyond the word of a liar, Michael "gay lame" Pendragon?

Right, nothing.

:)
ME
2019-02-14 15:11:32 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
You know it wasn’t zod.
Why was it not Zod?
What do you have beyond the word of a liar, Michael "gay lame" Pendragon?
Right, nothing.
:)
It’s right there for everyone to see moron. Are you that fucking obstinate that you’re actually going to deny that it happened?
If that’s how you plan to to play this, I can guarantee that it’s not going to work out well you will.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 15:23:36 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
It’s right there for everyone to see
No, I see what happened, it is because of the quoting problem tat comes with Eternal-September, which for some reason doesn't quote text properly, doesn't put the >>> in where they're supposed to be.

:)
ME
2019-02-14 15:25:46 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
It’s right there for everyone to see
No, I see what happened, it is because of the quoting problem tat comes with Eternal-September, which for some reason doesn't quote text properly, doesn't put the >>> in where they're supposed to be.
:)
No. That’s not what happened will.

Strike One............
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 15:29:23 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
No, I see what happened, it is because of the quoting problem tat comes with Eternal-September, which for some reason doesn't quote text properly, doesn't put the >>> in where they're supposed to be.
:)
No. That’s not what happened
Yes, it is.

:)
ME
2019-02-14 15:18:15 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
You know it wasn’t zod.
Why was it not Zod?
What do you have beyond the word of a liar, Michael "gay lame" Pendragon?
Right, nothing.
:)
You dumb ass. I called you on it when it happened.
Michael just agreed and laughed.
Just because you can’t keep your stories straight doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t help you with problem.

It’s up to you will, how this goes down and how it’s going to archived for future generations.
ME
2019-02-14 15:00:05 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name
No, I didn't.
:)
Yes you did.
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.
It's archived for all of Posterity to see... and laugh.
Yes it is!!
But the lying pissbum will try every dirty trick in the book to try and convince everyone that it wasn’t him.
ME
2019-02-15 03:54:40 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
The only difference is that you posted this under zods name
No, I didn't.
:)
Yes you did.
It's got Zod's name. It's got Zod's avatar.
It's archived for all of Posterity to see... and laugh.
Lest we forget.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 14:56:35 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
<troll snipped>
Post by ME
Yes you did.
No, I didn't.

:)
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 15:27:52 UTC
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I found this earlier version of the poem in my Drafts file at Eternal-September.
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
:)
ME
2019-02-14 15:31:14 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
I found this earlier version of the poem in my Drafts file at Eternal-September.
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
:)
But zod didn’t post this from eternal September.
And you know that.
ME
2019-02-14 15:32:15 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
I found this earlier version of the poem in my Drafts file at Eternal-September.
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
:)
But zod didn’t post this from eternal September.
And you know that.
Strike Two.......
Will Dockery™
2019-02-14 15:33:42 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But zod didn’t post this from eternal September
No, I made the post from Eternal-September, and Zod responded to me.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 23:20:33 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
I found this earlier version of the poem in my Drafts file at Eternal-September.
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
:)
For the record.
General Zod
2019-02-25 00:10:46 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Will Dockery™
I found this earlier version of the poem in my Drafts file at Eternal-September.
Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
:)
For the record.
Exactly......
General Zod
2019-02-15 04:48:49 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Here is one other version I found....
So incomplete that I actually made that a part of the title... reserving the
right to revise and polish this one before Tuesday morning, and open to
Wooden Footbridge (Unfinished Poem)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me continue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Ghoulsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil stabbing...
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
Never.
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
But not much different....
No I wrote this but the quoting was wrong since I copied it from another site.

I posted it with copy and paste of Doc's poem...……..
General Zod
2019-02-13 23:47:52 UTC
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Let it be.

.............
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 04:00:42 UTC
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Lest we forget... your confusion?

:)
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 04:08:33 UTC
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No, Zod was responding to my post.
ME
2019-02-15 04:19:02 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
No, Zod was responding to my post.
No it was not zod posting. It was you.
You’re getting caught lying almost on a daily basis now. You’re not even good at that will.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 04:22:11 UTC
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No, Zod was responding to my post.

:)
ME
2019-02-15 04:23:48 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
No, Zod was responding to my post.
:)
You can keep claiming that pissbum.
The rest of us know the truth.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 04:28:07 UTC
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No, you are simply confused, as usual.

:)
ME
2019-02-15 04:29:36 UTC
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No, you are simply confused, as usual.
:)
That’s just what you claim when you’re caught lying pissbum.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2019-02-15 04:49:59 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 8:29:37 PM UTC-8, QuackerTrashME...
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
No, you are simply confused, as usual.
:)
That’s just what you claim when you’re caught lying pissbum.
האלוה כל גמצא ואין כל גמצא האלוא

Will...She remains a racist liar

STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel ben Avraha
General Zod
2019-02-15 04:51:21 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 8:29:37 PM UTC-8, QuackerTrashME...
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
No, you are simply confused, as usual.
:)
That’s just what you claim when you’re caught lying pissbum.
האלוה כל גמצא ואין כל גמצא האלוא
Will...She remains a racist liar
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic
Zod
2019-02-15 05:05:24 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 8:29:37 PM UTC-8, QuackerTrashME...
Post by ME
Post by Will Dockery™
No, you are simply confused, as usual.
:)
That’s just what you claim when you’re caught lying pissbum.
האלוה כל גמצא ואין כל גמצא האלוא
Will...She remains a racist liar
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic dark
Hello Stephan.... would like to illustrate a book with your writing if you are interested....
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2019-02-15 05:55:21 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 10:50:00 PM UTC-6, Chafetz Chayim
Hello Stephan.... would like to illustrate a book with your writing if you are interested....
Shalom & Erev tov, George S...I have seen two of your paintings, which I find fascinating. Below is an outline of the new 'Bob Dylan' book I am researching...photographs covering 1959-2020, illustrations...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark

***************************************

2014-2020 IN PROGRESS

Shabtai Zisel benAvraham v'Rachel Riva: davening in the musematic dark

STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
cover: Efrayim Moshe Lilien (1904), Weiheblatt zum geplanten "Sbornik"
inside front cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan (Reb Allen Ginsberg photograph, 21 May 1990, Tompkins Square Park, East Village, Manhattan)
inside back cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan (April/May 1974), The table (oil on canvas, gift to Reb Norman Raeben)
back cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan & Chafetz Chayim/Stephan Pickering (Barry Feinstein photograph, 3 January 1974)
title page: Efrayim Moshe Lilien (1903), Der juedische Mai

FOREWORDING

CHAPTER 1. 12 June 1954 -- the reliquary of Bob Dylan/Shabtai Zisel's bar mitzvah
CHAPTER 2. The Sho'ah: re/membering the future(s)
CHAPTER 3. Freeze-Out: new life form for Kabbalahs
CHAPTER 4. Tarantula: Shul Daze in a post-Auschwitz "Judenstil"
CHAPTER 5. Eat The Document: Kabbalah after Dylan, or, the empire writes back
CHAPTER 6. The seferotics of Renaldo & Clara
CHAPTER 7. Masked & Anonymous: the collage of naked shtetls in the soul
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BIBLIOGRAPHY

2015A Uncorrected page proofs sans illustrations and photographs (with selected bibliographical pages & acknowledgements) of Chapter 1 are on file at The Jacob Rader Marcus Center of the American Jewish Archives, Hebrew Union College-Jewish Institute of Religion, Cincinnati. On 4-5 May 2015, copies were published in Cyberia. In it, one will find detailed information on the Romanian chassidic kabbalist Rav Reuven Maier z"l, Bob/Shabtai's first Kabbalah mentor;

2015B [29 June] an excerpt from Chapter 2 has been published at JewishViews.com and at FaceBook...thoroughly refuting the idea that Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan is a natz'ri, based on documented evidence of his deliberate, conscious public teshuvah/repentance (and repudiation of Natz'rut) 20 September 1983, on the plaza before haKotel haMa'aravi in Yerusalaim, under the guidance of his CHaBaD-Lubavitcher mentors...this wonderful event was colour photographed by Sara Dylan, and by Yisra'eli photographer Tzavi Kohen (I am publishing two of his finest colour close-ups);

2015C First privately printed in 1971, The Two TARANTULAs: a textual comparison (45pp), was shared, much to my later regret, at ExpectingRain.com (May 10-12, 15-18, 20, 22-23, 25, 28-29; June 4-5, 8-9, 25, 28; July 4-6), and forms Chapter 4 of my monograph-in-progress (which is derived from 400+ pages of writings and research since 1971).
Terrance General
2019-03-12 08:11:59 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 10:50:00 PM UTC-6, Chafetz Chayim
Hello Stephan.... would like to illustrate a book with your writing if you are interested....
Shalom & Erev tov, George S...I have seen two of your paintings, which I find fascinating. Below is an outline of the new 'Bob Dylan' book I am researching...photographs covering 1959-2020, illustrations...
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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic dark
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2014-2020 IN PROGRESS
Shabtai Zisel benAvraham v'Rachel Riva: davening in the musematic dark
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
cover: Efrayim Moshe Lilien (1904), Weiheblatt zum geplanten "Sbornik"
inside front cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan (Reb Allen Ginsberg photograph, 21 May 1990, Tompkins Square Park, East Village, Manhattan)
inside back cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan (April/May 1974), The table (oil on canvas, gift to Reb Norman Raeben)
back cover: Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan & Chafetz Chayim/Stephan Pickering (Barry Feinstein photograph, 3 January 1974)
title page: Efrayim Moshe Lilien (1903), Der juedische Mai
FOREWORDING
CHAPTER 1. 12 June 1954 -- the reliquary of Bob Dylan/Shabtai Zisel's bar mitzvah
CHAPTER 2. The Sho'ah: re/membering the future(s)
CHAPTER 3. Freeze-Out: new life form for Kabbalahs
CHAPTER 4. Tarantula: Shul Daze in a post-Auschwitz "Judenstil"
CHAPTER 5. Eat The Document: Kabbalah after Dylan, or, the empire writes back
CHAPTER 6. The seferotics of Renaldo & Clara
CHAPTER 7. Masked & Anonymous: the collage of naked shtetls in the soul
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BIBLIOGRAPHY
2015A Uncorrected page proofs sans illustrations and photographs (with selected bibliographical pages & acknowledgements) of Chapter 1 are on file at The Jacob Rader Marcus Center of the American Jewish Archives, Hebrew Union College-Jewish Institute of Religion, Cincinnati. On 4-5 May 2015, copies were published in Cyberia. In it, one will find detailed information on the Romanian chassidic kabbalist Rav Reuven Maier z"l, Bob/Shabtai's first Kabbalah mentor;
2015B [29 June] an excerpt from Chapter 2 has been published at JewishViews.com and at FaceBook...thoroughly refuting the idea that Shabtai Zisel/Bob Dylan is a natz'ri, based on documented evidence of his deliberate, conscious public teshuvah/repentance (and repudiation of Natz'rut) 20 September 1983, on the plaza before haKotel haMa'aravi in Yerusalaim, under the guidance of his CHaBaD-Lubavitcher mentors...this wonderful event was colour photographed by Sara Dylan, and by Yisra'eli photographer Tzavi Kohen (I am publishing two of his finest colour close-ups);
2015C First privately printed in 1971, The Two TARANTULAs: a textual comparison (45pp), was shared, much to my later regret, at ExpectingRain.com (May 10-12, 15-18, 20, 22-23, 25, 28-29; June 4-5, 8-9, 25, 28; July 4-6), and forms Chapter 4 of my monograph-in-progress (which is derived from 400+ pages of writings and research since 1971).
Outstanding find Stephan....
General Zod
2019-02-15 04:50:24 UTC
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No, Zod was responding to my post.
No it was not zod posting
Yes it was me posting with Doc's poem but the qu9oting was off...………..
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 05:44:56 UTC
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Zod copy and pasted the post from the other thread to here, but didn't properly quote it.

Confusing, I grant you, but that is what happened.

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ME
2019-02-15 06:08:35 UTC
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Zod copy and pasted the post from the other thread to here, but didn't properly quote it.
Confusing, I grant you, but that is what happened.
😊
Bullshit. You’re just a lying pissbum will.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2019-02-15 06:25:21 UTC
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On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 10:08:36 PM UTC-8, QuackerTrashME has yet to tell us if she ever drove one of the trailer park children to suicide...

Shalom & Erev tov, Will and Zod...indeed, that is what emanates from QuackerTrashME's illiterate oral cavity.

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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark
Post by ME
Bullshit. You’re just a lying pissbum will.
On Thursday, February 14, 2019 at 10:04:40 PM UTC-8, QuackerTrashME has yet to tell us if she ever drove one of the trailer park children to suicide...
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Shalom & Erev tov, Will and Zod...indeed, that is what emanates from QuackerTrashME's illiterate oral cavity.

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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark

Shalom & Erev tov, Will and Zod...indeed, that is what emanates from QuackerTrashME's illiterate oral cavity.

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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark
Zod
2019-02-15 11:03:43 UTC
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Zod copy and pasted the post from the other thread to here, but didn't properly quote it.
Confusing, I grant you, but that is what happened.
😊
Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Still a work in progress.
Finish this one.............
Wooden Footbridge
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me compare you to a green ember?
You are more kudzu and more Edgewood.
frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the likelihood.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creek, wooden and shortcut.
Thinking of your wooden fills my days.
My hate for you is the cola nut.
Now I must away with a graphic heart,
Remember my words whilst we're apart.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Goolsby's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school.
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at.
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
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http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
It is easy to understand if you try....

This is the same post I put on the other thread....

Not that confusing is it?
General Zod
2019-02-15 07:24:25 UTC
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Do the troll has the facts presented and still the troll wants to argue...
Will Dockery™
2019-02-15 12:57:57 UTC
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And here comes Michael Pendragon, still making the gay lames.

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General Zod
2019-02-16 21:33:32 UTC
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Good Read.....
General Zod
2019-02-18 07:52:37 UTC
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This one is growing on me....
Will Dockery™
2019-02-18 09:57:26 UTC
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It does have possibilities.
General Zod
2019-02-19 06:21:02 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)
Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.
Out of the forest
the end of the road.
Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.
It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.
Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.
Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.
Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.
McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school
Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.
December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.
I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.
Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.
-Will Dockery
Very rough draft, but all I have... seems I deleted all the other drafts and
versions of this poem, so posting here to placemark for my own uses.
The more I read this one the better it gets........
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 12:47:41 UTC
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You're wrong again, "Me".

The post was shown that did copy and pasted my original post from, then incorrectly required and attributed it.
ME
2019-02-24 12:53:28 UTC
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You're wrong again, "Me".
The post was shown that did copy and pasted my original post from, then incorrectly required and attributed it.
Bullshit
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 12:55:09 UTC
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Not at all, simply the way it happened.
Me
2019-02-24 13:01:55 UTC
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Not at all, simply the way it happened.
No it’s not, you lying dumb ass motherfucker.
And the rest us know it. Just because you deny something here, in no way means that you are right.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 13:10:31 UTC
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No it’s not
<troll rant snipped>

I'll re-post the original thread for you so you can see it... since you were apparently not paying attention the first time.:)
Me
2019-02-24 13:13:40 UTC
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Post by Me
No it’s not
<troll rant snipped>
I'll re-post the original thread for you so you can see it... since you were apparently not paying attention the first time.:)
Repost the actual post you claimed that zid reposted.
But you can’t because it doesn’t exists.
But please, pissbum. Prove ME wrong. Post the actual post you made that zid reposted.
Will Dockery™
2019-02-24 13:16:38 UTC
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Repost the actual post you claimed that zid reposted.
It is in the other thread of the same name as this one. Zod' copied the post and pasted it here.
General Zod
2019-02-24 13:34:33 UTC
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I made an improper copy and paste.
General Zod
2019-02-25 05:05:15 UTC
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Outstanding poem after all..
General Zod
2019-02-25 09:14:40 UTC
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A great poem....

That is what really matters here....
General Zod
2019-03-11 16:25:14 UTC
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Good day to you Corey....

Doc.....

Rachel..

And all the others here.


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General Zod
2019-03-12 06:07:33 UTC
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Right on....
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