County: Warwickshire

Country: England

Word The word has deserted me today, Its off doing its own thing whilst I sit on the edge of its playground calling it back to come play with me, momentarily a word returns but, Its not the word, the one I know, the one that sends me spiraling off In unexplored directions, this was tired, overused and a waste of paper and ink, I leave it to die unbidden in a rolled up ball for fear that it may try to fool another. Copyright © Verian Thomas 2000

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