For those interested in such things, the archives referred to in these posts cover the period 1989 to 2001, and have thus far existed only on paper. This one was entered for a poetry competition. It didn't win. Not even nearly.
Dear Judges
I’ve got letters.
I know words.
I’m a qualified poet, me.
It says so on this here piece of paper.
And my old history teacher - she’ll vouch for me.
I’m a professional, I am.
So where’s that prize then?
I’ve got letters.
I know words.
I’m a qualified poet, me.
It says so on this here piece of paper.
And my old history teacher - she’ll vouch for me.
I’m a professional, I am.
So where’s that prize then?
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