Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
The True-Born Englishman Wants his Nap
Whenever an Englishman wants to sleep
He attends a cricket match, where snores are deep
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The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.
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Dispatches from the Colonial Office
Lawrence's latest book, Dispatches from the Colonial Office, about teaching in a community college, is available, along with Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, Don't Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, and The Road to Magdalena, from Amazon.com both as a Kindle and as bits of dead tree.
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- A Few Fragmented Thoughts in Search of a Thesis
- Listen to the Moon - A Poem
- The True-Born Englishman Wants his Nap - A Poem
- Another Inadequate Baptismal Metaphor - A Poem
- Where are the Squirrels of Spring? - A Poem
- Deer Season
- Night Terrors - A Poem
- Halloween Follies of 2015
- An American Hero Who Wasn't an American
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About This Not-Really Reactionary
- Lawrence Hall, HSG
- Y'r 'umble scrivener knows how to milk cows (altho' he long ago swore to own no livestock larger than dachshunds), build fences, clear brush, and cut firewood. After 18 months in Viet-Nam and Cambodia he worked his way through university as an ambulance driver, nurses' aide, and then LVN. BA in History, University of San Diego, 1976; MEd, Stephen F. Austin State University, 1984; MA in English, Stephen F. Austin State University, 2002. He also taught school, but that makes him a class (no pun) enemy just now. He has been rejected by some of the finest publishing houses in America.
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