February 5th, 2008
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a homesickness,
a lovesickness.
It finds the thought
and the thought finds the words.”
-Robert Frost
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1. Bec | February 6th, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Hi Ash
Nice to ‘meet’ on my blog. Love what you’re doing here. I will, as a consequence, never invite the Baldwins to the Superbowl, nor any equivalent Australian celebration… Mind you, they’d be useful at a wedding if you wanted your older relations to go home early.
Bec
(ps - your Bearded Lady doll made me laugh)
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