This will be the home for all the poetry that does not fit into any of my 'collections' A bit like a sort of spare sock draw, I doubt that you will find any socks in it, but if you do could you please let me have them back, that is, unless they have holes in. I appear to be rambling now, which is something the Doctor said would happen shortly after puberty, which was quite recent, although I am something of a slow developer. I don't mean I develop slows, actually I'm not sure what I mean. Anyhow, read if you choose, comment, if you wish, I don't mind criticism, as long as it's dressed as praise with a hat shaped like a vote, but most of all, enjoy!
Owain Glyn
