Poetry

Conversation

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CONVERSATION Once I had a lot to say until I learned what not to say in order not to give offence to avoid battering against the fence of deeply held belief. So it was with relief that I broke the habit and no longer grabbed at conversation.   Then I […]

Poetry

On Reflection

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Once I had a lot to say until I learned what not to say in order not to give offence to avoid battering against the fence of deeply held belief. So it was with relief that I broke the habit and no longer grabbed at conversation. Then I found it […]

Extracts, Poetry

Autumn

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I wonder if the man who sweeps the pavements clear of autumn leaving them winter neat and bare wishes he could knock down from the trees those undecided leaves holding onto summer?