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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...

In other words, an identity thieving forger.

And so it goes.