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April 15, 2007

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How wonderful to be reminded of those days. I too can sing my part to "trams and dusty trees"(?) all the way through.

Oh, Annie, I was really hoping you'd read this! I kept hearing, "Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyant, had a bad cold..." in my head all the while I was writing it. You probably remember details I've forgotten, and it seems to me that David wrote music to lyrics that weren't in the poem, too - like the song I sang, "All in green went my love a riding." And there was another we did to "My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart under my feet"; I remember some bit about "I raised my feet, supine on my back in a narrow canoe." It's possible I still have that folder of music somewhere. Was I right that Bill was the instigator? And if so, why?

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