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Study in Pink WS".......Number eighteen 18 pre-Jess i think

I saw the telegraph, wow they got it all awry
poor Mackwill I ain’t sure did no wrong, should I feel sorry
there seems to be more of a conspiracy.
they have asked me to go into the darn Police
but they, big balls, haven't sent a comfy carriage for me
through my mist of wine I could have been a bit fuzzy
yes coach and horses, big guys numbered three, well maybe
yeah they threw a body out onto the bloody cobble
that night the mist never cleared, it may have had me wobble

Now in retrospect ma minds clear, there is no fog
you should blame a man possessed by Mog
I have often heard about of this skulking filth
damn that Ripper and others just held their sway.
dispatching all of a sudden that came their way
In the eerie places of old London streets, in town
all left before the darkness came down
may be tis all, I still think, a myth to scare you all

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You need to enlist this under the "Study in Pink WS"
Thank you.

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Not DRAMATIC
Thank you

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Did you realise this is the first time that Loved has taken part in any joint efforts let alone a complex WS.
Loved never likes long pieces yet has taken the time out to join this one.
I think we should commend the effort, and help the write,
Yours as always, Ian

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

It isn't the first time loved is submitting for the same workshop. Still Loved needs to enlist it under the right work shop. "A Study in Pink."

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Well for your first time at complex WS you have exceeded.
Well done young Bard just wanting to see what Jess has to say.
Take care great write, yours, Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You have done a very good job in this, so now we have a witness who isn't really sure of what they saw because he may have been a little drunk at the time. Waiting patiently for my turn at this....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

the credit goes to you for all your encouragement Ian
the bard

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"Story Telling in Verse: A Study in Pink" section 18
and in stream

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that you are participating in workshops. This is two in a row. I can't wait for the limerick workshop... yours will be a kicker.
You did not put this in the workshop submissions list because you didn't click the little round button that gives you a drop down menu in which you may choose this workshop.
But I can copy you from The Stream. What I worry about is that not everyone will be able to comment on your addition if it is lost in The Stream and not in the Workshop proper.
I will say though, your submission is classic Loved.
If Jess is reading this (and he may not be because he doesn't know where to look): You're up old man.

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Story Telling in Verse: A Study in Pink" section 18

I saw the telegraph, wow they got it all awry
poor Mackwill I ain’t sure did no wrong, should I feel sorry
there seems to be more of a conspiracy.
they have asked me to go into the darn Police
but they, big balls, haven't sent a comfy carriage for me
through my mist of wine I could have been a bit fuzzy
yes coach and horses, big guys numbered three, well maybe
yeah they threw a body out onto the bloody cobble
that night the mist never cleared, it may have had me wobble

Now in retrospect ma minds clear, there is no fog
you should blame a man possessed by Mog
I have often heard about of this skulking filth
damn that Ripper and others just held their sway.
dispatching all of a sudden that came their way
In the eerie places of old London streets, in town
all left before the darkness came down
may be tis all, I still think, a myth to scare you all

*let jess curse me less
send it to him he will then say
yes....
he only taught me how to progress

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what is the name of your character..

Alid

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