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oh! mykle prescribes a spring for the less inspiring since his sayings are remarkable,farceable and laughable! mykle reminds one of the short pottery of choices insiduous perhaps he also knows better about the vain tea!!! mykle/mom/joyce!! all poets rejoice! hurry back bobby

fecky isn't a broad. he's a fella.

Pearl, can I have your email address for meself? Well done Mykle - now let's have the author. Oh, and how is Worcestershire...

He's a saucy fella, ain't he Mykle?

You'll have to forgive me - I'm tired out - the birds started their dawn chorus at two in the morning and then stopped at dawn ????? They started again at lunch time and carried on until about six. Are they confused, stoned, suffering from some kind of mad feather disease? Maybe they sense the approach of Spring. Whatever it is I wish I could sleep through it - but it's lovely all the same ;-))))

...to the merry clicking of knitting needles no doubt...

Home thoughts from abroad Fecky?