Rab Macfadyen - a poem, not a poem and both

Rab Macfadyen - a poem, not a poem and both

Rhianna- an insane peom by her old man br br Rhianna lady of mine br egg beans n chips are divine br mixed with a bottle of wine br whilst sailing up river Tynwe br br book up the Tyners, book up the Tyners br find some unwashed water diviners br or else seek a landing ramp br in amongst water so damp br br Insane as is, & mad as does br Ye ken milady I'm yer tuatha cuz br when next to me there's electric felt br so for this crazy write give me belt (preferably with a nice sharp br sword, really turns me on (not really but seems the mad thing to say, br except of course there's noone to say it and nothing to say, it just br is as it is. Though I'm not sure of this, but in the end there's br nothing to be sure of and indeed it is impossible to be sure of br something as the sureness is an impossibililty, as neither viewer nor br object truly exist, but then also they do. But the fact of the br existence and non existence of both these things also doesn't exist br and exist. Ah for mental laxity..............


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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