In the supermarket yesterday I was reminded of this poem from many years ago, which I haven’t read to audience for quite a few years now, but tripped across in my archive work recently.
I thought to snap a couple of pictures and thought I might do a little reading of the piece for youtube.
Find it here if you’d like to listen.
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Frank Prem Poetry 
This is a great poem, Frank. I left you a comment on YouTube
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Thank you, Robbie. I used to be quite amused by my own disorganization, at one time.
Proud to be maintaining the skill to this very day! đŸ™‚
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It certainly doesn’t stop you being very prolific with your writing, Frank. Just keep doing what your doing.
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Will do. Thank you, Robbie.
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I enjoyed the poem, particularly how it ends on credit.
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I can’t quite remember why that was important, now, but it demanded to be included as the final phrase.
Lost in the mists of shopping time.
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I think it’s one of those lines that brings a poem together, even though we can’t explain why.
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I loved this poem, Frank and excellent reading on you tube.
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Thank you, Adele Marie. My pleasure to share it.
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