Fred never turned up last night to collect his vast pile of print.
So it dont look like he will be replying. He knows it's there.
My contribution to the pile is a couple of poems from thirty years
ago. I dont believe in theorising. To me it is the practice that
matters. So in a huff over Fred not being bothered to collect
his output I will post my poems, which are my answer.
I must say that, health permitting [which is up in the air at the
moment], I will be off to visit my cousins in Scotland from Sunday,
returning in two weeks time via Darlington, so any communications
for Fred wont be replied to till the far distant future unless it
gets rushed through today. [He usually heads off to London at weekends].
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