> ending with the unforgettably awful "mindless carnivorous ocean". To die
> for.
> Martin
>
Absolutely, Martin. That is a pure Alisonyaism. She comes out with these
great lines from nowhere, or maybe from the middle of a cold or perpetual
hayfever. As for Mr Pollack, well I think Ermie's put you in the right
place.
Best
Dave
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Martin J. Walker" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, December 26, 2001 12:17 PM
Subject: Re: More poem
> It was really a benison to get up late this morning, slouch roughly to the
> computer with my cuppa & discover this, Alison; it's so full of exact
> feeling, so wittily wryly grieving ~ the play on general
> pardon/forgetfulness in "amnesty", the cats' sinister "devotion to
hygiene",
> ending with the unforgettably awful "mindless carnivorous ocean". To die
> for.
> Martin
>
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