'I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.'
This month I will begin with poetry, for no paricular reason other than the four exams that will proceed to dominate my life over the next three weeks. Ted Hughes, a man of gossip and turmoil, I cannot wait to see what his mind was hiding.
Till the next,
Lyndsey x
This looks very cool x
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