I posted away my first essay of the year on Friday, 1100 words. A tiddler compared to essays that others do — sufficient in size for me. I hope that I will get a passable mark for it.

Curiously enough the words for Les Barker poems don’t seem to be on the internet — conclusive proof that his poetry is not typed by monkeys, unlike Shakespeare! I was inspired by the latest quest for crypt‘s keys to hunt down the words for I can’t find my camouflage net. All I can find is this appertizer:

“I draped one over the Transit
And that’s when my troubles began
I’d go out and buy another
But I can’t find the bloody van.”

Says it all really.

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