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A year’s wait! No beer with my mates!
Well, now I can; we can. Going down the pub for a few. The banter, the joking, the rude jokes. That’s what it’s about. Good company, good beer and good times. Let it all roll again!
Fliss Zakaszewska
16/7/2021 05:14:40 pm
So true, Peter! I think this will touch many souls as we heave ourselves towards Bo-Jo's 'you don't have to wear face-masks but you should wear face-masks' style of leadership.
Mary Wallace
17/7/2021 03:29:36 am
Just started back in lockdown over here. Oh well it's a small price to pay to keep our neighbours safe.
Sue Clayton
17/7/2021 05:50:42 am
Let's all raise a glass to future good times. Be a while though for some countries. Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear. 
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