Wood poet
Michael Sims. He hunted in his bag to find an envelope for the poem he gave me. This little ditty came into my head as I was leaving but I can't find his email address so can't send it to him.
Oh I must sort out my bag
Said the poet in the wood
My words are in there somewhere
I’d like to find them if I could.
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Taken on Sunday June 19, 2016
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Posted on Monday June 20, 2016
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