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‘Crown of thorns’

‘Crown of thorns’

Underneath thy mossy heather.. prickly spiculum shield thy story.. amidst yon blood-curdling battle whenst heroic men fell affray from glory.. 

Sharpened swords with shield in hands they ran amok, lambs to thy slaughter.. drenched whilst seeped in bloody carnage.. come hell or high water..

Blood red poppies strewn yon clover above thy shrine of fracas and war.. butchered bones and annihilation. .cries the sighs of ye abhor..silenced, stillness.. cloak and dagger harbours lamented wails and mourns..Mother natures wilderness of wonder clandestines thou crown of thorns
 

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A Lonely Journey

Wow, Jillian. 
You write so funnily many times, but you also submit some truly beautifully written, poignant, exquisite writes, and that was one of them. 
Fantastic!!! 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Thanks you kind sit its 1.039 am so zzzzz xxx

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Jill Tait

U write beautiful comments to me thanks mate much appreciated can u read my yin and the yang when uv time n tell me wat u think lol xx

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Jillian, 
I will definitely check that out. I tried reading your poems as they were coming out, but they came in such rapid fire that some of my eyeballs fell out, and now I have to get them re-attached. 
And you will have to go on and read my latest story, The Gelatinous Chickens. It's a harrowing love story involving some chickens, and a flamethrower, and many mentions of the word 'loin'. I think you'll like it, just not in a good way(??). Deal? 
Gootentach! 

Matthew. 

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A Lonely Journey

Good, thank you. 
AND, it's based in Northumbriland, so you'll like that. 
Happy Birhtday!! 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Teehee my bday is april 3 rd haha xxx

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A Lonely Journey

No, not birthday! Birhtday! It's the day, exactly 6 months and 19 days after the day we were born, that signify's us being alive past the 6 month and 18 day barrier(it's a commonly celebrated day in the states(drunken, and confused...and New Jersey), so you might not know of it in Northumbrellaland. 
Happy Eastre! 

M. 

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Jill Tait

Ahhhhh u so clever clogs lol xxx

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Jill...I love this...You wrote it in an Old World kind of feeling....I love that.  Funny how nature can cover events that were so sad and haunting with such beauty.  Lovely sentiments.   xo Love n Hugs

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Jill Tait

Awww thank you my
lovely Cherie xxx

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