"I'll whack it on floppy and send you a copy!"
"Fantastic!" laughs Julie. "That's proof.
With my sister I'll need it, 'cause if June doesn't read it
or actually see it, she'll never believe it."
Only Pete heeds the sounds in the roof.
Pond, woodcut by Frederick Nunley
fishpond
Pip Wilson
This is the blog where I post poetry as I find it in the fishpond outside the door of my garden flat.
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