Dost thou not rise, indignant shade,
And smile with spurning scorn,
When they wha wad hae starved thy life
Thy senseless turf adorn?
Burns
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FROM BARRY TEBB.This is easily the best poetry blog around.As a contributor to Children of Albion I fell silent for twenty years and found the poetry scene decadent beyond belief.I went through a dozen copies of THE POETRY REVIEWand found it full of gloss and glitter but no good poetry whatsoever.CHILDREN OF ALBION AWAKE
Many Thanks Barry
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