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Victor Hugo Fan wrote:

> On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>> > > > >
>> > > > > 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.
>> > > > Excellent, thanks.
>> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree.
>> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°°
>> it was not me who posted that

> I did not think so...

The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen.

HTH and HAND.

On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> 
> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> >> > > > > 
> >> > > > > 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. 
> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> >> it was not me who posted that 
> 
> > I did not think so...
> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> 
> HTH and HAND.

It's even more important that you stop making false accusations every 5 minutes.

You and your socks are being impersonated for comedic purposes.  No one is trying to steal any of your identities.  No one is forging your signature on checks.

If you want to whine about impersonations, go ahead.  We all know what a big fat crybaby you are.

But nothing insidious or illegal has been happening to you.

You've made a nuisance of yourself here for 20+ years, and folks have naturally taken to mocking and ridiculing you.

You're the butt of an ongoing joke; not the victim of any internet crimes.

Grow up and/or grow a pair.


Michael Pendragon
"No, it poetry and thus on topic in a poetry group."
Will Donkey

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
>> 
>> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
>> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
>> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
>> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
>> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
>> >> > > > > 
>> >> > > > > 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. 
>> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
>> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
>> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
>> >> it was not me who posted that 
>> 
>> > I did not think so...
>> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
>> 
>> HTH and HAND.

> It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 

Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon.

HTH and HAND.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> 
> > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> >> 
> >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> >> >> > > > > 
> >> >> > > > > 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. 
> >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> >> 
> >> > I did not think so... 
> >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> >> 
> >> HTH and HAND. 
> 
> > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations
> Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 

I am not supporting anyone, Donkey.

I'm just pointing out that you look like a big fat crybaby when you scream "Thief!" and "Forger!" each time somebody imitates you.

Michael Pendragon
"I'm not gay: but $20 is $20."
Will Dockery, as quoted on backpage.com

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > 
> > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > >> 
> > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > > 
> > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > >> 
> > >> > I did not think so... 
> > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > >> 
> > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > 
> > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon.
> I am not supporting anyone

I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon.

🙂

> 
> Michael Pendragon 
> "I'm not gay: but $20 is $20." 
> Will Dockery, as quoted on backpage.com

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:26:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > > 
> > > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > > >> 
> > > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > >> >> > > > > 
> > > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > > >> 
> > > >> > I did not think so... 
> > > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > > >> 
> > > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > > 
> > > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> > I am not supporting anyone
> I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon. 

I didn't expect you to show any "evidence" that I had, Donkey.


Michael Pendragon
“Thanks for the transition, she's become a favorite poet of mine.”
-- Will Dockery on reading Ilya’s latest translation of Russian poetry.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:50:11 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:26:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > > > 
> > > > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > > > >> 
> > > > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > > >> >> > > > > 
> > > > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > > > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > > > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > > > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > > > >> 
> > > > >> > I did not think so... 
> > > > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > > > >> 
> > > > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > > > 
> > > > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > > > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> > > I am not supporting anyone 
> > I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon.
> I didn't expect you to show any "evidence" 

I don't need to, you prove my point for me, Pendragon.

HTH and HAND.

> 
> 
> Michael Pendragon 
> “Thanks for the translation, she's become a favorite poet of mine.” 
> -- Will Dockery on reading Ilya’s latest translation of Russian poetry.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:00:20 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:50:11 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:26:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > > > > 
> > > > > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > > > > >> 
> > > > > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > > > >> >> > > > > 
> > > > > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > > > > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > > > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > > > > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > > > > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > > > > >> 
> > > > > >> > I did not think so... 
> > > > > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > > > > >> 
> > > > > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > > > > 
> > > > > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > > > > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> > > > I am not supporting anyone 
> > > I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon. 
> > I didn't expect you to show any "evidence"
> I don't need to, you prove my point for me, Pendragon. 

IOW: You point your chubby little finger at others and... whine.

We know.

Michael Pendragon
"I was a youn gonr then , The little 1965,s I weas just a tou8ght in my 
mothers young woumb>>>>> I remember the store and game room of 
switch blde knifes and ball in mouth run away toyus. I love COlumbus 
Square Mall and I will Bring It Back Soon enough as you can say Balls 
in my courty! Fill My6 shyoes ass wholes!!! "
-- Will Donkey on a drunky

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:06:46 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:00:20 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:50:11 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:26:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > > > > >> >> > > > > 
> > > > > > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > > > > > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > > > > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > > > > > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > > > > > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > >> > I did not think so... 
> > > > > > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > > > > > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> > > > > I am not supporting anyone 
> > > > I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon. 
> > > I didn't expect you to show any "evidence" 
> > I don't need to, you prove my point for me, Pendragon.
> IOW: 

See above.

🙂

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:19:53 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:06:46 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:00:20 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:50:11 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 12:26:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:26:35 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > > > > > > 
> > > > > > > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > > > 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > > > > > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > > > > > > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > > > > > > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > > >> > I did not think so... 
> > > > > > > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > > > > > > >> 
> > > > > > > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > > > > > > 
> > > > > > > > It's even more important that you stop making false accusations 
> > > > > > > Since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> > > > > > I am not supporting anyone 
> > > > > I didn't expect you to admit it, Pendragon. 
> > > > I didn't expect you to show any "evidence" 
> > > I don't need to, you prove my point for me, Pendragon. 
> > IOW:
> See above. 

There is no evidence of my supporting anyone above, Donkey.

There is only evidence of my correcting you on your continued misuse of several words.

Correcting your errors is not supporting the impersonations/attacks.

Learn how to read, already, Donkey.

Michael Pendragon
"Dockery, everyone knows that you haven't published a single poem in
your life except on your own website. Everyone knows no one will
remember you for your 'poems'. The only thing people will remember
you by is the irritating spamming behavior you expose online which gives
Americans an even worse name than they already have. All spammers I
have seen so far were all without a single exception Americans. Why
do you think that is? I'll tell you why: because they get the idea
spoonfed in their education that it's their godgiven right to pollute
the world with their 'opinions' - bolstered under the flag of
'freedom of speech' without any sort of comprehension or reflection what
'freedom' or what 'speech' would be." 
-- M.H. Benders

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> 
> > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> >> 
> >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> >> >> > > > > 
> >> >> > > > > 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. 
> >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> >> 
> >> > I did not think so... 
> >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> >> 
> >> HTH and HAND. 
> 
>  It's even more important that 

Like I said, since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 

In other words, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon?

HTH and HAND.

🙂

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:35:06 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > 
> > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > >> 
> > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > > 
> > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > >> 
> > >> > I did not think so... 
> > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > >> 
> > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > 
> > It's even more important that
> Like I said, since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> 
> In other words, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon? 
> 
> HTH and HAND. 
>

Learn to read, Donkey.


Michael Pendragon
 
H C: Would you believe that there is an organized, international effort
afoot to have the word gullible removed from the dictionary?

WILL DONKEY: How did that turn out?

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 1:35:06 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > Michael Pendragon wrote: 
> > 
> > > On Thursday, August 4, 2022 at 1:55:30 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> Victor Hugo Fan wrote: 
> > >> 
> > >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > >> >> > > > > 
> > >> >> > > > > 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. 
> > >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°° 
> > >> >> it was not me who posted that 
> > >> 
> > >> > I did not think so... 
> > >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen. 
> > >> 
> > >> HTH and HAND. 
> > 
> > It's even more important that
> Like I said, since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon. 
> 
> In other words, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon? 

Learn to read, Donkey.

Learn to read.


Michael Pendragon
 
H C: Would you believe that there is an organized, international effort
afoot to have the word gullible removed from the dictionary?

WILL DONKEY: How did that turn out?

Like I said, Pendragon, you prove my point for me.

And, again, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon?

🙂

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 2:27:18 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Like I said, Pendragon, you prove my point for me.
>
> And, again, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon?

Learn to read, Donkey.

Learn to read.

Michael Pendragon
"There's nobody here but me, Chuck.  I've driven every last one of them away..!"
-- Will Dockery in a rare moment of candor.

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.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 3:15:11 PM UTC-4, 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.

No, Donkey, you didn't.

Learn what words mean *before* you try to use them (then you won't have to spend the rest of your pathetic little life denying that you're using them incorrectly).

Michael Pendragon
"I was influenced by the poetry of Edgar Allan Poland other poets but I don't consider that a topic to debate."
-- Will Dockery on his literary influences

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 3:59:33 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 3:15:11 PM UTC-4, 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.
> No,

Yes.

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...

Thank you for using the correct words in your last two posts ("impersonating" and "impostor"), General Zod.

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.

🙂

On Sunday, July 17, 2022 at 5:15:15 PM UTC-4, vhug...@gmail.com wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote: 
> 
> > NancyGene wrote: 
> 
> >> On Sunday, July 17, 2022 at 4:21:42 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote: 
> >>> Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog: 
> >>> The Lonely Hunter, by Fiona MacLeod 
> >>> [...] 
> >>> 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. 
> >>> [...] 
> >>> https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-lonely-hunter-fiona-macleod..html 
> 
> >> "The Lonely Hunter," by William Sharp (aka and written as "Fiona MacLeod") is a wonderful poem. Mr. Sharp closely guarded Fiona's identity. Project Gutenberg has published the memoir on Mr. Sharp, written by his wife, in which the dual identities are (partially) explained. 
> >> "William Sharp (Fiona Macleod), A Memoir Compiled by his wife Elizabeth A. Sharp" (1910), by Elizabeth A. Sharp 
> >> https://www.gutenberg.org/files/47344/47344-h/47344-h.htm 
> 
> >> Carson McCullers, of course, took the title of her book from Mr. Sharp's poem. 
> 
> > I suspected that she had.
> A Tree A Rock A Cloud 
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MW9vSUZq5Lo 
> 
> ************Carson McCullers short story, about a delicate Zen-like passing of wisdom from an older man to a young boy.******************

Good find, Zod.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 10:29:29 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Victor Hugo Fan wrote:
>
>> >> > On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >> >> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> >> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >> >> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> >> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>> >> >> > > > >
>> >> >> > > > > 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.
>> >> >> > > > Excellent, thanks.
>> >> >> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree.
>> >> >> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°°
>> >> >> it was not me who posted that
>> >>
>> >> > I did not think so...
>> >> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.
>
>  It's even more important that

Like I said, since you were caught impersonating George Dance (and have admitted to doing it on another newsgroup for years) it's not a surprise you defend and support the forgers and identity thieving impostors, Pendragon.

In other words, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon?

Just curious


🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> Victor Hugo Fan wrote:

>> On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>>> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, FAKE jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
>>> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>>> > > > >
>>> > > > > 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.
>>> > > > Excellent, thanks.
>>> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree.
>>> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°°
>>> it was not me who posted that

>> I did not think so...

> The forgery and Identity theft is fooling many readers, which is why it's important to note the impostor posts when they happen.

> HTH and HAND.


You are correct, Doc, the impostor trolls need to be flagged and reported...

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 9:00:38 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> 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.

No, Donkey.  Impersonation is not also known as identity theft or forgery.

The impostors are pretending to by you and your friends solely to make fun of you.

They are not trying to steal your non-existent money, either by forging your name on non-existent checks from your non-existent bank account, or stealing your non-existent credit card.

They are mocking you.  Plain and simple.

You could accuse them of being cyberbullies, with some justification.  However, since you constantly attack various members of the group, your accusations would be seen as hypocritical at best.


Michael Pendragon
"Senetto, cameras and photographs were not so common in 1976 as they are now, so I don't have a huge number of photos from those days."
Will Dockery on why no photo of him and 'friend' Zu-Boltin has been posted.

Thanks again for proving me point, Pendragon, as you continue to defend and support the forgers and identity thieving trolls.

And so it goes.

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...

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:18:47 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Thanks again for proving me point, Pendragon, as you continue to defend and support the forgers and identity thieving trolls.
>
> And so it goes.

Distinguishing impersonation/mockery from forgery/identity theft is not a defense, Donkey.  It's just a matter of using words correctly.

Stop whining and have Dr. Schwimmer or Dr. Barfly explain to you why anonymous posters pretending to be "Will Dockery" in a Usenet group is neither forgery nor identity theft.

Michael Pendragon
"I'm not familiar with it.  Does it relate to The Beatles?"
-- Will Dockery on the extent of his cultural knowledge

Like I said, thanks again for proving my point, Pendragon, as you continue to defend and support the forgers and identity thieving trolls.

HTH and HAND.

On Monday, August 8, 2022 at 11:59:29 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Like I said, thanks again for proving my point, Pendragon, as you continue to defend and support the forgers and identity thieving trolls.
>
> HTH and HAND.

And thank you for proving my point: that you're a willfully ignorant, illiterate, sub-moronic fool who would rather continue to use words incorrectly than to tacitly admit that he was mistaken by correcting his usage in future posts.

You have earned your sobriquet of "Donkey" a thousand times over.


Michael Pendragon
"Generally, East Coast refers to NYC."
-- Will Dockery, village idiot

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.

On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 10:21:19 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> 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. 

No, Donkey... an impersonation is not another word for a forgery or an identity theft.

Why are you such a willfully ignorant, illiterate, mule-headed, sub-moronic Donkey?

Michael Pendragon 
"Haw... Hee Haw… Hee Haw." 
-- Will Donkey

An impersonator is an indentty thief posting forged writings.

The goal is to pass themselves off as someone else.

HTH and HAND.

On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 10:53:42 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> An impersonator is an indentty thief posting forged writings.
>
> The goal is to pass themselves off as someone else.

Passing yourself off as someone else is an impersonation.

Forgers and identity thieves are criminals attempting to steal money from others.

You haven't any money to steal, so no one is forging your signature, nor do you own a credit card for them to steal via identity theft.

Words matter.  Learn what they mean and use them correctly.


Michael Pendragon
"Good morning Video, keep up the great work."
-- Will Dockery, a man who wants his MTV.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 10:53:42 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> An impersonator is an indentty thief posting forged writings. 
>> 
>> The goal is to pass themselves off as someone else. 

> Passing yourself off as someone else is an impersonation.

> Forgers and identity thieves 

Also attempt to pass themselves off as someone else.

And your defense of the impersonating trolls is again noted.

Probably because you're sometimes one yourself?

🙂

On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 11:17:54 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 10:53:42 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> An impersonator is an indentty thief posting forged writings.
> >>
> >> The goal is to pass themselves off as someone else.
>
> > Passing yourself off as someone else is an impersonation.
>
> > Forgers and identity thieves
> Also attempt to pass themselves off as someone else.
>
> And your defense of the impersonating trolls is again noted.
>
> Probably because you're sometimes one yourself?

Potato.

This thread will be reported/blocked as spam.

Michael Pendragon
"Led me forget."
-- Will "Drunky" Donkey

On Tuesday, August 9, 2022 at 10:21:19 AM 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...

Like I said, in other words, an identity thieving forger.

HTH and HAND.

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
> The Lonely Hunter, by Fiona MacLeod
> [...]
> 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.
> [...]
> https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-lonely-hunter-fiona-macleod.html

Another read quite excellent....

Zod wrote:

> George J. Dance wrote:
>>
>> Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
>> The Lonely Hunter, by Fiona MacLeod
>> [...]
>> 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.
>> [...]
>> https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-lonely-hunter-fiona-macleod.html

> Another read quite excellent....

Seconded.

On 2022-08-13 10:02 a.m., W-Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
>
>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>
>>> Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
>>> The Lonely Hunter, by Fiona MacLeod
>>> [...]
>>> 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.
>>> [...]
>>> https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-lonely-hunter-fiona-macleod.html
>>>
>
>> Another read quite excellent....
>
> Seconded.

Thanks to you both for bumping it. Fiona has yet to find her audience.

George J. Dance wrote:

> On 2022-08-13 10:02 a.m., W-Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>>
>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
>>>> The Lonely Hunter, by Fiona MacLeod
>>>> [...]
>>>> 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.
>>>> [...]
>>>> https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-lonely-hunter-fiona-macleod.html
>>>>
>>
>>> Another read quite excellent....
>>
>> Seconded.

> Thanks to you both for bumping it. Fiona has yet to find her audience.

What about the possibility of posting a poem by William Makepeace Thackeray, G.D...?


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Makepeace_Thackeray

************William Makepeace Thackeray (/ˈθækəri/; 18 July 1811 – 24 December 1863) was a British novelist, author and illustrator. He is known for his satirical works, particularly his 1848 novel Vanity Fair, a panoramic portrait of British society, and the 1844 novel The Luck of Barry Lyndon, which was adapted for a 1975 film by Stanley Kubrick.
************

Poems
The Pigtail
The Mahogany Tree (1847)

Seems hw's in need of a boost...!