Picky

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Okay, Saul, Paul - I knew that of course, but if you want to be picky...

Also I would like you to tell me how you would change my poem.

Anyway, let us look forward to the weekend.

The sun is a shining to welcome the day
And it's heigh ho, come to the fair...

Now why did those lines come into my head just now? Well, you'd be amazed what's in my head and some of it just has to come out now and then. Unbidden. Of it's own accord. In fact that's how much of my writing begins.

I am now going to psyche myself up to have a shower.

George