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Real Name: John
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I know you're up there



I know you are up there…
You are in the, open blue,
glimpse of cirrus. Therefore,
here’s my invitation to come-
down and shake my hand.
Yep! I have read and heard so
much about you…

Mate, you can change my
life, overturn- a disgusting
run of bad luck. My love life
has hit a bad patch, I’m well…
not travelling too good in the
financial stakes. He, he, I bet
you could change things with
a couple of shakes of that
‘good shepherds’ crook you’ve
shoved down the back of your
trousers/skirt.

I mean ‘For God’s sake! Oh,
excuse me, ‘for God’s sake’
is common expletive down
here. And, I mean no disrespect;
for I’m truly calling upon you
to treat me as a good loyal
friend, which I am, mate.
Yesireeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Mate, I love ya, when you
were down here in AD you
killed them with kindness,
turned the other cheek, had a
water-fed winery and controlled
a monopoly on bread shops and
fish markets, cured invalids,
and was in charge of bush fire
brigades, got rid of those tax
bludgers, ya whipped ‘the’
bastards. Yeeeeeeeeha.

Now, I not asking for much,
I’m not greedy. Nup! All I’m
asking is too, sort of, send an
Emissary down with say… ten
million American dollars shoved
in a backpack between his/her
angelic wings. If you could see
fit to carry out this request; I’ll
get all the boys at the ‘local’ this
Friday, to raise a glass and thank
you for your generosity.

Hey! It is starting to rain damn it!
The skies turning black, what the
Hells going on?
‘Oh, excuse me…’
Bloody, ‘excuse me,’
thunder and lightning; ‘oo’eer,
it’s blowing a cyclonic gale
for Christs sake…
‘Sorry your Lordship.’
Jezzzez a dog just flew past
dragging its chain…
Christ, I’ll have to grab onto this
bough or I’ll be blown to friggin
Hell. ‘Excuse me, excuse me.
Hail Mary full of grace.’

Ah, thank goodness the wind
has abated. ‘He, he, you didn’t
catch me out that time your
Worship.’ Hey, looks like it’s
snowing?
Hang on, That’s… money!
American, hundred dollar bills.
YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHa.

Whew! I’ve been up all night
counting the loot-- I can’t believe
it, Ten million American dollars.
‘Thud.’
What’s that.
Oh, today’s newspaper flew in my
sitting-room window.
‘Oh my Gosh; look at the headlines.’
ARMOURED CAR BLOWN OVER IN SNAP CYCLONE
[Thursday 25th September, a
Gotham City armoured car,
on Highway 21, whilst travelling
through Winsor Park,was blown
over by a cyclonic gale. The force
of the impact was so severe,
that the rear security doors of
the van buckled and flew open
releasing an undisclosed sum of
American currency into the
atmosphere. A spokesman for the
armoured car company’s insurance
underwriter, Alliance 1st National,
said ‘ I am of the opinion that the
velocity of the wind was such-- that
the [undisclosed sum] currency]
will never be recovered.’]

‘Praise is to God. Praise is to God.’

Mate, Ya, have created another,
bloody Miracle.’

Come on down Mate, my friend,
let me shake your hand. Let me
introduce you to all my friends at
the boozer. Let’s get pissed together.

I believe. I’m waiting…waiting.



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>




I know you are up there…
You are in the, open blue,
glimpse of cirrus. Therefore,
here’s my invitation to come-
down and shake my hand.
Yep! I have read and heard so
much about you…

Mate, you can change my
life, overturn- a disgusting
run of bad luck. My love life
has hit a bad patch, I’m well…
not travelling too good in the
financial stakes. He, he, I bet
you could change things with
a couple of shakes of that
‘good shepherds’ crookyou’ve
shoved down the back of your
trousers/skirt.

I mean ‘For God’s sake! Oh,
excuse me, ‘for God’s sake’
is common expletive down
here. And, I mean no disrespect;
for I’m truly calling upon you
to treat me as a good loyal
friend, which I am, mate.
Yesireeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Mate, I love ya, when you
were down here in AD you
killed them with kindness,
turned the other cheek, had a
water-fed winery and controlled
a monopoly on bread shops and
fish markets, cured invalids,
and was in charge of bush fire
brigades, got rid of those tax
bludgers, ya whipped ‘the’
bastards. Yeeeeeeeeha.

Now, I not asking for much,
I’m not greedy. Nup! All I’m
asking is too, sort of, send an
Emissary down with say… ten
million American dollars shoved
in a backpack between his/her
angelic wings. If you could see
fit to carry out this request; I’ll
get all the boys at the ‘local’ this
Friday, to raise a glass and thank
you for your generosity.

Hey! It is starting to rain damn it!
The skies turning black, what the
Hells going on?
‘Oh, excuse me…’
Bloody, ‘excuse me,’
thunder and lightning; ‘oo’eer,
it’s blowing a fucking gale
for Christs sake…
‘Sorry your Lordship.’
Jezzzez a dog just flew past
dragging its chain…
Christ, I’ll have to grab onto this
bough or I’ll be blown to friggin
Hell. ‘Excuse me, excuse me.
Hail Mary full of grace.’

Ah, thank goodness the wind
has abated. ‘He, he, you didn’t
catch me out that time your
Worship.’ Hey, looks like it’s
snowing?
Hang on, That’s… money!
American, hundred dollar bills.
YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHa.

Whew! I’ve been up all night
counting the loot; I can’t believe
it, Ten million American dollars.
‘Thud.’
What’s that.
Oh today’s newspaper flew in my
open sitting room window.
‘Oh my Gosh; look at the headlines.’
ARMOURED CAR BLOWN OVER IN SNAP CYCLONE
[Thursday 25th September, a Gotham
City armoured car was blown over
on Highway 21, whilst travelling
through Winsor Park, woods. The
force of the impact was so severe,
that the rear security doors of the
van buckled and flew open releasing
an undisclosed sum of American
currency into the atmosphere. A
spokesman for the armoured car
company’s insurance underwriter,
Alliance 1st National, said ‘ I
am of the firm opinion that the
velocity of the wind was such-- that
the [undisclosed sum of currency]
will never be recovered.’]

‘Praise is to God. Praise is to God.’

‘For Christs, bloody Sake. Ya, have
created another, bloody Miracle.’

Come on down Maate, my friend,
let me shake your hand, the hand
of the Lord. Let me introduce you to
all my friends at the boozer. Let’s get
pissed together.

I believe. I’m waiting…waiting.[/font][/color][/size][/b]

Writing this poem was inspirational

John


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