Born next door to nowhere, and still here. The longest-lived mayfly in history! Nothing like good music, decent food and a place to unwind, preferably on some hill top with a fine wind blowing, whatever the season. Either that or on some gull-wracked clifftop staring out across the North Sea, into the past. Like someone once said, I'm a writer not a fighter, but don't push me, OK? Now let's ... more »
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Across a sunlit summer’s lawn came a happy, laughing child;
Hair tousled, face wreathed in smiles,
blue eyes shining with true simplicity.
Together they watched her awkward gait, her protruding jaw and lips;
they compared notes on her behaviour
and yesterday’s strong epileptic fit.
Angelman sighed as he pocketed his pen, observing to the nurse:
“You see how one abnormal chromosome
can cause such awful blight”
The child came jerkily up to them, still smiling, but bereft of speech.
A tear manifested itself in the Doctor’s eye
as the happy puppet...