Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Diary - Entry 12/15

1 August 1950 It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation. Sylvia Plath
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  1. Weronika Janczuk9 July 2009 at 05:29

    I laughed out loud. Happens rarely these days.

    Thanks for sharing! :)

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  2. Dolly9 July 2009 at 18:10

    Weronika,

    Thanks for stopping by. I am glad it made you laugh. :)

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