tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post7290259420994410296..comments2008-04-26T19:25:42.350+01:00Roger Stevensnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-41126188046893658422008-04-26T19:25:00.000+01:002008-04-26T19:25:00.000+01:00Roger! I have been missing your work. Glad I dropped by this lonely evening, and read everything. Especially 'Loneliness'. I will write s sequel. <BR/><BR/>xxxAnoopa Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759701509118238083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-32344900419509369072008-04-15T08:57:00.000+01:002008-04-15T08:57:00.000+01:00lovely poem despite image of a wheezy granma bursting into flames. reminds me of childhood fireside chats to old uncle bill as he sat whittling a ferret and telling me all about his ingrowing bunions.wastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-83626171175961426502008-04-14T22:35:00.000+01:002008-04-14T22:35:00.000+01:00She did burst into flame at the end of the evening...Roger Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-59015536063523530262008-04-14T20:53:00.000+01:002008-04-14T20:53:00.000+01:00She shouldn't sit so close to the fire.wastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-61056995873559710472008-04-14T19:56:00.000+01:002008-04-14T19:56:00.000+01:00I wrote this in the Umbrian hills. And a lovely family they were. The grandmother sat in the corner and had to have a whiff of oxygen every half hour on account of her emphysemia. She still smoked though.Roger Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.com