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A poetry reading in Antartica

2004:
Poetry evening was held in March - the second one this year and the last one before AWG left. Once again the collection of poems was diverse - but each poem revealed a little about the reader - such is the nature of poetry. Chris spoke about coffee being like his mate (...who must be dark skinned as he likes his coffee black - or perhaps she’s just steamy hot?), Vicky chose the humorous aspect and wrote a limerick for everyone (remarkable similarity to a Friday base meeting - all very humorous), Little Al read about 'what it feels like to feel artificial breasts,' (no comment), and Frin read two poems - one about chocolate cake (hmmmmm - the best food in the world, ...can I marry you...) and the other about a vicar with rather long fingers... And that’s just a few of the many read. With Tilley lamps lighting the building and the skeleton of wood that outlines all the rooms casting shadows over the poetry readers who clutched at cups of mulled ale, it was an evening to be remembered by all.
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