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POSOWOCO Correspondent!
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Dear Readers

Here's a poem about a horse. A horse with no name so I gave it mine. We are on a sandy beach. Helping me gallop through my dreams.

Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO

The Hoteliers Mark


Anyone wanting guidance when with peers? are they exerting pressure in excess?

Want a tune for the constant monitoring from our elders to give a sense of right and wrong?

Do you need the monitoring? of course, will you eventually get it though?

Is it important to learn quickly in our limited time windows and experience boxes before the end game?



Country Pub. The usual trip to a country pub requires the eyes and sense of Mr Bingham, He sees people come and go and with just a look of his eyes settles everyone down and draws out their good manners, We seem to have lost this type of character for now but in time just like always, they come back in a new disguise, Mr Bingham's reluctant eyes scan the room for anything amiss.


Country Pub.

the usual trip --

requires the eyes and sense

he sees people go

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Mr Bingham Mr Bingham is holding court, And settles by his bar, He does this for hundreds of hours, And so knows the measure of how far. He will let the people behave, Before his eyes pour scorn, And a loss of face by the drinkers, Will cause a temporary mourn. Up above his empire, Lies his bed and sleep, Wanting, wanting holding, The dreams of being neat. 7th May 2019


Mr Bingham

mr bingham is court --

and settles by his bar hours

so knows the measure

Visual Novel


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