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Living in the far north of Scotland, and working there as well as Edinburgh and Cumbria, means that I am an occasional member of the group. However, since being persuaded by Angela to join the group in February 2004, I have been well and truly bitten by the writing bug, and will probably have to re-organise my life to make more regular attendance a reality. I love the many and idiosyncratic things that can be done with words, and the creativity that is encouraged within the group |
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| Showcase (10 Jul 06) | |
| Young Musicians | |
| So young The fragment of their shells Discarded on the street Their newness shines No downy hint or evening shadow yet They strut,for they know love, And passion, rage So they create and sing And they have time and they will live forever And we sit and watch They barely notice us; Old folk Our woeful ignorance and inexperience A pure embarraseement. They do not fear the whetstone that we hear; And unaware how near The scythe blade whistles past. |
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