In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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7 remarks:
Great alliteration in this poem, made me feel like I, too, was eating the biscuits.
another great trio
john
Like Pam said, I feel like I'm there!
this conjures up a cosy domestic atmosphere...
(sorry for the deletion... typo)
that made me smile, I'm always dropping crumbs...
puzzle freak—
"What's a six-letter word
for enigma?"
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