"Mega-whoozie?? No worries. No worries chicken curry.
Tried to learn that stuff once. Nearly fainted.
And java -- holy sheet!" Then suddenly Pete
appears. "Listen, Pete. In the roof. Sound like feet?
Bit early for Santy Claus ain't it?"
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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