tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post8027741485222469936..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: down, surprise, aromasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-8531203585809978412009-12-31T22:04:07.123+00:002009-12-31T22:04:07.123+00:00Poetry, leeks and the scent of damp earth...Thanky...Poetry, leeks and the scent of damp earth...Thankyou.herhimnbrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182397064631016552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-74886538802558078542009-12-31T12:47:39.268+00:002009-12-31T12:47:39.268+00:00What a wonderful story about father and daughter! ...What a wonderful story about father and daughter! Frieda's response also is cool and excellent.<br />Happy New Year to you and Heidi!Lucashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07642126053527835870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-51605465658779271182009-12-31T10:34:02.069+00:002009-12-31T10:34:02.069+00:00Long, long before I became entangled in versifying...Long, long before I became entangled in versifying, when I probably thought that poetry was not "manly", I too used to read the poems on the tube. Furtively I'd look around to see whether anyone else was doing so.<br /><br />I was less covert in reading tube ads promulgated by the Wool Council, or some such, incorporating doggerel which ended with the line "There is no substitute for wool". In one of these verses the punchline had been translated into French.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com