in response to which, Hedda started tailing Lumwedder
who now had a bed at the Bactorium.
She thought he was running around with some young thing,
some cute little dumb thing, till she heard him say something
about a "World Peace Imaginatorium",
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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