

Poet Don writes with quill and ink. He’s old-school
Back in 1889
London (smoggy grey)
Letters were delivered
Then twelve times a day
Things have changed
DM
The poetry etc of Don Matthews


Poet Don writes with quill and ink. He’s old-school
Back in 1889
London (smoggy grey)
Letters were delivered
Then twelve times a day
Things have changed
DM
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Wow. That’s a lot. 🙂
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A lot yep, but I could never keep up with responses I’d have to make. Can’t refuse Mrs Tinwhistles invite to tea and bikkies. Bother, there’s Mrs Fancypants invite next door for a chat. Stupid gossip.
Only give me one delivery Cecil (my dear postman). Send rest to dead letter office. No Cec we’ll still have our little session. Don’t forget your tie next time, naughty…….
Shit, Molly was wondering why the boss asked me where…….
I’m getting carried away in my own fantasy world here. Sorry….taking up comment space from others Cue Skip eye-roll…….
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mmhmmm. One can see the all-too-casual lingering glance in their eyes…
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That come-in-hither look……
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That let-me-show-you-my-zither look….
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Haha………
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