Spinning Yarns

Good afternoon Noel, this is Myra Kezant(?) from Oakland(?) New Zealand. I haven't moved very far and I don't intend to. I want to read today a stanza from a poem by WB8(?) and this is the last poems fantiful(?) under be being Baltons(?) hit(?) and it goes like this. Irish poets learn your trait sing whatever is well made school in the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top there are no remembering hats(?) and hibs(?) ___ and product so by speeds sing the pezant(?) tree and then hub riding country gentleman the holyness of months and after poet ___ Randy Lafter sing the words and the.