Inside the voice of the poet
Is the heart of a teacher,
Longing to show another something
New or wonderful or twisted
Through the window facet
Of his words,
Longing to add to
Human understanding
Another thread,
Longing to see the inside
Of his own thought.
From Lottie Oct 2012
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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.
Lottie