I got into the habit of checking my son's pockets before putting his jeans
in the wash, after the day I found a dead and dehydrated frog. In time,
fortunately! Another day there was a small dead owl. Not surprisingly, the
child has grown up to work in biological science.
joanna
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2007 7:39 AM
Subject: Re: snap: frog
> Poets can also frighten the hell out of people
> P:-)
> All that spouting off of words nobody has heard of-
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of andrew burke
> Sent: 12 September 2007 07:27
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: snap: frog
>
> Ah, frogs are fun creatures - and our smallest of pools are just right for
> these little buggers. Very attractive I think, but the most macho boy in
> the
> class (saddled with the name Ildephonse), aged 11 years, won't go anywhere
> near them: he's frightened of them! Mind you, I once worked with a violent
> Londoner who freaked out completely if a moth came near >g< We all have
> our
> fears -
>
> Andrew
>
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