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Tuesday, May 29, 2018


Boyd S.

A lovely poem and thoughts. What I wouldn't give to sit in your summerhouse and enjoy a glass of wine with you!


Lovely, Roz! I had not read the whole poem until now. Nice to see the photo of your greatgrandfather.


"... that I CAN, indeed, cope with the eradication of Triffid like weedy landscapes stretching as far as my histrionic eye has convinced me to see!"

This is where I am as the poison and kill people walk by shaking their heads and it is 93 outside

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