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This...this Blue Plaque business is distressing to say the least and rather intrusive don't you think? I mean when did it all start? DONALL DEMPSEY ...THIS! DONALL DEMPSEY ...THAT! I mean...who cares? HERE IS THIS HOUSE DONALL DEMPSEY WROTE... DONALL DEMPSEY LIVED HERE WHILST WRITING... Maybe it's a Government tracking device. Donall Dempsey... PAUSED HERE FOR THOUGHT! ( No! I ****** didn't!) Whatever I do it seems a blue plaque is more than willing to tell you. Time was when they waited until one was sufficiently dead and famous to commemorate one's efforts at living and Life. But, now: holy cow! When I got back home I found "home" had just been turned into ( yes you've guessed it) THE DONALL DEMPSEY MUSEUM. I even had to pay to get in. "If your'e Donall Dempsey ( 'the' Donall Dempsey ) then I'm Schrödinger's ****** cat !" The crowd all laughed at that. But I did get a concession for being old and decrepit. There was a sign telling me not to sit in my favourite chair. And they had gotten facts wrong. I had written this...before...that. I looked at the manuscript of this poem the usual scribble scrawl made more precious by being preserved under glass. It was like being an episode in THE TWILIGHT ZONE. I glanced up at the Blue Plaque positioned just as it happens above my curly confused head. HERE DONAL DEMPSEY ...refused any more to be part of all this and left the poem. Yes folks... DONALL DEMPSEY HAS LEFT THE POEM.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
DONALL DEMPSEY HAS LEFT THE POEM!
This...this Blue Plaque business is distressing to say the least and rather intrusive don't you think? I mean when did it all start? DONALL DEMPSEY ...THIS! DONALL DEMPSEY ...THAT! I mean...who cares? HERE IS THIS HOUSE DONALL DEMPSEY WROTE... DONALL DEMPSEY LIVED HERE WHILST WRITING... Maybe it's a Government tracking device. Donall Dempsey... PAUSED HERE FOR THOUGHT! ( No! I ****** didn't!) Whatever I do it seems a blue plaque is more than willing to tell you. Time was when they waited until one was sufficiently dead and famous to commemorate one's efforts at living and Life. But, now: holy cow! When I got back home I found "home" had just been turned into ( yes you've guessed it) THE DONALL DEMPSEY MUSEUM. I even had to pay to get in. "If your'e Donall Dempsey ( 'the' Donall Dempsey ) then I'm Schrödinger's ****** cat !" The crowd all laughed at that. But I did get a concession for being old and decrepit. There was a sign telling me not to sit in my favourite chair. And they had gotten facts wrong. I had written this...before...that. I looked at the manuscript of this poem the usual scribble scrawl made more precious by being preserved under glass. It was like being an episode in THE TWILIGHT ZONE. I glanced up at the Blue Plaque positioned just as it happens above my curly confused head. HERE DONAL DEMPSEY ...refused any more to be part of all this and left the poem. Yes folks... DONALL DEMPSEY HAS LEFT THE POEM.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
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