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On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 5:22:35 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote: 
> 
> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> >> On Tuesday, July 26, 2022 at 12:55:15 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote: 
> >> > You learned all that from the five lines that George Dance wrote? How exactly did you divine those facts? From the word "sweet?" Or, maybe from "heart is a lonely hunter?" 
> >> > 
> >> > BTW, you have never read "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter," have you? 
> >> Posted in its entirety for convenience: 
> >> 
> >> The Lonely Hunter 
> >> Green branches, green branches, I see you 
> >> beckon; I follow! 
> >> Sweet is the place you guard, there in the 
> >> rowan-tree hollow. 
> >> There he lies in the darkness, under the frail 
> >> white flowers, 
> >> Heedless at last, in the silence, of these sweet 
> >> midsummer hours. 
> >> 
> >> But sweeter, it may be, the moss whereon he 
> >> is sleeping now, 
> >> And sweeter the fragrant flowers that may 
> >> crown his moon-white brow: 
> >> And sweeter the shady place deep in an Eden 
> >> hollow 
> >> Wherein he dreams I am with him---and, 
> >> dreaming, whispers, "Follow!" 
> >> Green wind from the green-gold branches, 
> >> what is the song you bring? 
> >> What are all songs for me, now, who no more 
> >> care to sing? 
> >> Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to 
> >> me still, 
> >> But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on 
> >> a lonely hill. 
> >> Green is that hill and lonely, set far in a 
> >> shadowy place; 
> >> White is the hunter's quarry, a lost-loved hu- 
> >> man face: 
> >> O hunting heart, shall you find it, with arrow 
> >> of failing breath, 
> >> Led o'er a green hill lonely by the shadowy 
> >> hound of Death? 
> >> 
> >> Green branches, green branches, you sing of 
> >> a sorrow olden, 
> >> But now it is midsummer weather, earth- 
> >> young, sunripe, golden: 
> >> Here I stand and I wait, here in the rowan- 
> >> tree hollow, 
> >> But never a green leaf whispers, "Follow, oh, 
> >> Follow, Follow!" 
> >> 
> >> O never a green leaf whispers, where the 
> >> green-gold branches swing: 
> >> O never a song I hear now, where one was 
> >> wont to sing 
> >> Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to 
> >> me still, 
> >> But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on 
> >> a lonely hill. 
> 
> > I read and correctly saw that this is a forgery, Pendragon. 
> 
> > HTH and HAND.
> You are correct, Doc, I did not make that post, it was someone impersonating me and my name...

aka forgery and Identity theft.

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