Hue & Cry Poem by Wild Bill Balding

Ah, yes... blue. An extraordinary hue, an overwhelming feeling. I find midnight blue particularly painful myself and the incredible blue skies of late October a bit too blue, if you know what I mean. This is sweet on its surface, Bill, and heavy underneath. I'll stop shortly of feeling badly though - for I believe you've found the true-blue of green, yes? :) Christine (who adores this)

Another triumph from your colourful poetical palate.

Probably the cutest, bluest way of emoting that I've ever read. '...and, honey, have I got the blues' I'll remember this poem for a long time. :) Thanks

Ahh Bless x To feel the worry of not hearing x Of feel so separated x