and it was no surprise to hear
Charles, His Royal Highness,
Prince of Wales,
Duke of Cornwall, etcera.
read a Dylan Thomas poem
as if spoken from an expensive jar
of Cornish curds
without the slightest lilt
or sense of rhythm
or sensual affection
for the dancing words.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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I was waiting for the first class air ticket to arrive in the post.
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