Thanks Nowhere 
That person trying to pull sh^t on your H - it'll come back to bite them in the arse. Most people don't have any time for this sort of thing and if you know about it, I'm sure lots of other people in your town know what they're doing. I'm guessing they don't approve
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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