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The Interesting Thing Is That You Don't Often Meet A Poet Who Doesn't Have A Sense Of Humour, And Some Of Them Do Keep It Out Of Their Poems Because They're Afraid Of Being Seen As Light Versifiers.

I Was Single For A Long Time And Felt Very Much Alone In The World, And Talk Of Family Values Upset Me Very Much At That Phase In My Life, Because I Used To Think: 'what About People Like Me?

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At Lunchtime I Bought A Huge Orange The Size Of It Made Us All Laugh. I Peeled It And Shared It With Robert And Dave— They Got Quarters And I Had A Half. And That Orange It Made Me So Happy, As Ordinary Things Often Do Just Lately. The Shopping. A Walk In The Park This Is Peace And Contentment. It's New. The Rest Of The Day Was Quite Easy. I Did All My Jobs On My List And Enjoyed Them And Had Some Time Over. I Love You. I'm Glad I Exist.

I Think It's A Question Which Particularly Arises Over Women Writers: Whether It's Better To Have A Happy Life Or A Good Supply Of Tragic Plots.