Evidence that Fran thinks the colon is like a baby seal

Watch me defending the colon.  Poetic pedantry in bodily form.

Yes, I'd like to know why Fran thinks the colon is like a baby seal

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  1. Steve30/5/12 23:59

    I thought it was going to be about the lower intestine. I stand corrected. ;-)

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    1. Fran Hill31/5/12 14:20

      I'm not half as bothered by bowels as I am by missing punctuation....

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  2. hyperCRYPTICal31/5/12 02:23

    I will join your movement - I am a serious dasher!

    Anna :o]

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    1. Fran Hill31/5/12 14:21

      No, no, no! Dashers not allowed in! Only colon-users....

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  3. Janie Junebug31/5/12 12:30

    I was afraid this would be about a colonoscopy. I love the colon and the semicolon, and I promise to use them correctly at all times.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Fran Hill31/5/12 14:21

      Then you are extremely welcome, Janie J ...

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  4. Frances31/5/12 16:01

    I have no idea how to use a colon, or semi colon. I am sure I was taught how at my late 50's/early 60's girls' grammar school, but never used the knowledge for many years ( why would you..? ) and now I am commenting on blogs and writing emails I am sure I should using them instead of a line of dots..........see ! Teach me !

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    1. Fran Hill1/6/12 11:43

      For commenting on blogs or writing emails, you can get on very well without them! Carry on doing what you're doing, and if you get asked to write a formal letter to the Queen, ask me again to teach you!

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  5. Martin1/6/12 00:10

    Great stuff, Fran. Have shared the video on the Poetry24 FB page.

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  6. Linda D1/6/12 12:19

    Brilliant! Yes, of course I use colons and semi colons. They make me look like a proper writer: (or is it;?) I hope!

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