The weather was starting to worry me,
The days were hot and the nights like ice,
The winds were gusting and hailstones
Were battering down on the roof, like rice.
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Mr. Paget, I wrote you a comment here not realized it would not be accepted as I was not a member, so I joined. I have found your work sometime back, Lightning Jack is a favorite of mine. The Experiment brought me right into the room. I admire your work more than I can express in this small box here. Why is it that the poets we would most like to know and be able to sit with and talk about writing are scattered all over this great world. I believe we will all have to wait and stand in that great line for our own turns...Your work is greatly admired sir, by a woman in Scottsdale, Az.USA who calls herself a poet and a writer who will gladly wait her turn in line to meet you...
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Mr. Paget, I wrote you a comment here not realized it would not be accepted as I was not a member, so I joined. I have found your work sometime back, Lightning Jack is a favorite of mine. The Experiment brought me right into the room. I admire your work more than I can express in this small box here. Why is it that the poets we would most like to know and be able to sit with and talk about writing are scattered all over this great world. I believe we will all have to wait and stand in that great line for our own turns...Your work is greatly admired sir, by a woman in Scottsdale, Az.USA who calls herself a poet and a writer who will gladly wait her turn in line to meet you...