Thing was, Pat, I couldn't even say that without disturbing all the frenetic writers, one of whom was supposed to be me. I'd just slipped out for a snakes (hiss) when I was accosted. Turned out the black umbo was hers but it felt odd to reach for it.
Bill
> On 17 Sep 2014, at 6:05 pm, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Bill Haha 'I hope that I am not disturbing you' :-)
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: 16 September 2014 22:13
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Workshop task snap
>
> Workshop task
>
> Excuse me, could you do
> me an enormous favour -
> you're in that room aren't you?
> I've just come from Hay
> and I couldn't stand it any more
> in there so I've left but
> my umbrella's still in there ....
> What are they doing -
> just sort of writing
> or something?
>
> Sure, OK.
>
> I'll just come up to the door
> if you just sort of pass it out ....
>
> Where is it?
> For some reason
> I expect it to be red.
> My second room rake
> reveals a black one.
> Next to someone.
> On top of an Age.
> This better
> be it ....
>
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