Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Travels of a Poet (5)

I’m talking to a teacher. A child runs up, breathless.

“I’ve got a message. I… it’s… well, you know… um…”

Who sent you? The teacher asks.

“Miss… er… Miss… you know… she’s got the big wart.”

Miss Temper?

“I think so. Anyway could you… er… it’s um…”

Could you go and ask your teacher to write it down?

“Yes, no, well… okay but it’s Mark and he’s… so she said… er… I think it was… anyway Miss says it’s urgent.”

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