I put this window in
with my Dad
(well, I …helped him) .
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And what a man the child became...a poetry writing fool! But I think this one needs a check-up on the section about the window falling on your foot? Why did your dad curse when it was YOU who was hurt? That bit confused me...but then, I am easily confused.
Everything you write seems so effortless... I adore reading your poems Donall, it's like a light showering of confetti petals, only in words instead! HG: -) xx