Pilgrims' Patter
The Forum => The B-Ark => Topic started by: Patrick on May 09, 2011, 10:19:22 PM
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http://moreinhopethanexpectation.blogspot.com/?zx=b1947d4a64fabab2
An outstanding poem which truly captures the highs, the lows and the blows and of course the spirit of yesterday's epic encounter.
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Excellent. Everone should read this.
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It all makes sense now. Harry Ramsden is really Lars Porsena!
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Or from the same source:
Oh, wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,
With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all white?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the winepress which ye smite?
In this case, it was their opponents that won out in the end, so maybe next year.