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Spelling fixes and apostrophe thing.. fixxie.. you know how it is.

Man I used to type weirdly.

No, no.. I don't still do.

Tired.

How are you?
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I'm entirely satisfied that this is a poem written the way I write poems-- technically, it's a mess, and with bits from here'n'other bits it could be an archetype of alliterative, structured goodness.. not assembled by me, of course.. but that's the thing..

Makes sense in my head..

It's got a general thing goin' on the whole way through which is only really properly poked at in the final stanza.. which you shouldn't stop reading until it makes sense.. 'cause it should..

Rí rá agus ruaille buaille-- which I believe the fadas (accents) may be incorrectly placed upon, but I don't especially care and I've no way of confirming it for a few weeks.. but meh..

It's more or less pronounced something like-- Ree raw oggus rule-yeh bule -yeh.. italics marking the stresses.. it basically means ruckus/chaos/stuff being all fite fuite.. but that a whole other Irish lesson..

Giggle at the thing as a whole and try'n make whatya can of the last verse (the four-liner).. I'd love to record a reading of this.. but for now I think the rhythm is fairly followable (it bounces the whoel way through, if some lines seem difficult to read then try playin' around with the meter yer readin' 'em with).. and I'm a shite speaker anyway.. but I'll see what happens.. I'll let any commnter people know..

I have wonderful negative oppinions on copyrights btw.. whee!

Hi everybody!