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Eighty-six
Moments after leaving home, I return to put my shorts on. Goodness, it is warm – the hottest Halloween, no doubt, since records began. I usually walk there but today I cab it, hoping I might see Nick who has been with Hazel this morning. (Richard is going tomorrow). I see from the […]
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Oh Hazel
Originally Published here: http://www.dementiablog.org/oh-hazel/ About 20 minutes into Arthur Smith sings Leonard Cohen (Volume 2) I speak a poem I have written that drastically shifts the mood of the show. Tonbridge, Kent Pulling up late after the party, they see her, their neighbour, standing in the street. She is looking, she says, for a lift to London. […]
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