"Sir --" "Please call me Irving." "Sir, I can't call you Irving!"
"OK. Call me Lum. I insist."
"I should call you Lum?" "It sounds a bit dumb?"
"No, but --" "Call me Lum, my Mom called me Lum."
"OK ... Lum ... well, I do have the story on disk.
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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