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Sue Dymoke

Martin helps out on the allotment

Martin usually arrives via Lidl
changes his shoes on the patio
likes building up a quick sweat.

Martin pulls out stubborn bracken
attacks solid clumps of comfrey
turns over baked soil.

Martin clears up some bad weeds
fears disturbing ‘things that might be flowers’
dislikes picking blackcurrants.

Martin sips Earl Grey or lime cordial
talks poetry and the perils of Reading FC
takes home kale, chard or spinach for his tea.
 

 
Thanks Martin and Happy Birthday!




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