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This kind of writing separates the weekend poet from the greats- -to take an incident common to many such events in the fifties and bring it back visually and in deed physically is the mark of a true writer.

It haunts me now how we played in the mosquito fogger's wake- no one, not even parents thought of its possible harm. This poet captured the allure of that fog and that experience of being veiled in its mystery.

Wonderful so original I loved it with a reflective passion.10+++ :)

This reminded me of Old England (not that I have ever been to England) it just had me picturing it. A very nice piece Andrew! ! Thankyou. Regards...Sharon.