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Read some of your poems.You have great aptitude for verse.Nurture it.Keep writing.
I enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing..
Christ Church meadowis awash with driving rainand a wind which bites the skinand chills the blood within.Its paths are sticky, yellow mud.And the Cherwell, brown and dull, slips ever higher.Ducks, moorhens, squirrelsendure it.