Society & Culture

My dear cherrycherry.

Thank-you very much indeed for your interest.

Newmarket Farm is in the process of becoming a possible candidate in the process staging and future development of the manufacture of Dextrin, or sometimes referred to as Dextrine.

We are also looking at Polylatic Acid's.

The clients are consultants and farmers employed by the farm for joint evaluation studies held in the UK.

They are staying in London, and the OXO tower was suggested as a nice place to eat, plus a central location to our friends London hotel.

I hope this explains the situation.

Regards Newmarket Farm.

Octavius, thank-you for your imput.

Bio-diesel is used by us on a regular basis.

My Range Rover is under warrenty, so I only use normal Diesel.

We are looking at perhaps installing a wind turbine.

We use eco friendly products and re-cycle everything.

I have a wood burner in the main house.

The workers use water from a tank filled by solar panel technology.

If we were any greener we would be called martians !.

Kind regards from the very eco friendly NEWMARKET FARM.

My dear ladies, that is why we have several people working here at the farm called staff ?.
I find many of the people on AB simply speculate.
I am a farmer and an employer.
My work involves management and paperwork, hence my spontaneous use of the computer.
I hope I have managed to put your mind at rest ?.

With kind and respectfull regards NEWMARKET FARM

A poem dedicated to you my dear.

TO A RED-HAIRED BEGGAR GIRL

Gaping tatters in each garment prove your calling is not only beggary but beauty as well, and to a poet equally ‘reduced,’the frail and freckled body you display makes its own appeal – queens in velvet buskins take the stage less regally than you wade through the mud on your wooden clogs.

What if, instead of these indecent rags,the splendid train of a brocaded gown rustled at your heels, and rather than town stockings, just suppose curious glances sliding up your thigh met with a gold dirk! And then if, for our sins, those flimsy knots released two perfect little breasts that shine brighter than your eyes, and your own arms consented to reveal the rest, though archly feigning to fend off hands that go too far . . .

Strands of pearls and strophes by Belleau arriving — imagine! — endless streams ‘from an admirer’; riffraff — talented and otherwise – offering tributes to the slippered feet glimpsed from below stairs; gentlemen sending flunkeys to find out who owns the carriage always told to ‘wait’ at your smart address where in the boudoir, kisses count for more than quarterings, although the cast includes a Bourbon or two!

Meanwhile, here you are, begging scraps doled out by the local table d’hôte at the kitchen door and scavenging discarded finery worth forty sous, a price which (pardon me!) I cannot afford . . .

Go, then, my Beauty, with nor ornament – patchouli or pearl chocker — but your own starveling nakedness!

Charles Baudelaire

Les Fleurs Du Mal

Good day from Newmarket Farm !!

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