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Bouée de sauvetage pêche
As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?
I have often sat and read something and then wondered “what the hell have I just read? It makes no sense at all. Why must poets do ...
Friday 23rd April 2021 11:00 am
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