MARK AS UNREAD:
Essex out of character,
Is unusually dower,
As I step off the train into a bitter wind,
The voice on the phone is struggling,
Going down the rabbit hole,
In a Birmingham state of mind circa ’73,
From screen to page,
From mouth to ear,
Satchmo singing ‘Summertime’
Too many flats,
Too many sharps,
Too many people without names.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Overload
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Outside i’m alway’s looking for the parking in the dark but….:)
Looks like you’ve been busy pruning a tree Karl, work I find of such benefit to body and spirit. There’s that hope of bringing a struggling tree back to life and the prospect of rich pickings of fruit and wood later on.