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Wednesday, 09 March 2005



I need to come and join a poetry session soon I think. Shamash withdrawal symptoms!
I liked the poetry-on-a-fridge concept too, though it often detoriated into inventing Shakespearian epithets in my house. One of my favourite damning descriptions was (Pace Chaucer) 'I trowe he were a gelding or a mare' Sadly I can't claim credit for that one. I just got stuck on 'Away, saucy wench!'
Amelia - anathema to romance,x


Just reading your writing makes me feel the beauty that language can have. Choosing the right words is an art form.

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