Just like that old cliché about buses, I've been waiting for years to have a poem in The Spectator and now two have come along in quick succession!
Here I am again in the 26/9 issue. And no, I still can't quite believe it...
THE WAKE …After the funeral they all came to our house… there was Mam and
Dad, Grandad and Auntie Lily, the Aunts and Uncles from Leicester and the
ones fr...
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