Just edited the skin of Happy Blog to add star rating option.

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She couldn’t remember when the pigs first came into the house and she’d no idea when they’d started wearing clothes,

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I seem to be suffering from a split personality complex at the moment which isn't helping Rob with his site modifications! Note to self: Admin isn't the same as Sue Kendrick!

Here's a poem I wrote earlier, let's see how much appears on Blog All without me inserting the Read More tag.

THE GRIFFY WELL

Come when the wild winds blow,
when frost blasts naked branch
to shivered splitters of winter angst.
Come then and lay white snow flowers at my feet
and know I do not sleep,
but in the secret places of my heart,
I watch and wait and know we did not part.

Come when the spring corn grows tall,
when poppies bleed in fields of gold
and life is easy and there’s a tale to be told.
Come then and spill ripen seed around my head
and remember that knight so long dead,
that slew the beast and hung it skin at Breedon’s gate,
an offering to a younger god and to this land come late.

Come when the year grows old,
when day and night lie on equal hand
and my dark waters murmur histories of the land.
Come then and scatter berries white and red,
I hear you still, I am not dead.
No Griffin holds my life in thrall,
Just whisper my name, I’ll hear you call.