1. Osteochondrosis. That's all I'm going to say about it.
2. Foyle Young Poets 2007. Me. The last poem I entered. Crash. The 'afterthought' poem I only entered for the hell of it.
Oh. Em. Gee.
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About Me
- Annie
- In 1909 Muriel Matters flew over the Houses of Parliament throwing down carrots and Votes For Women propaganda leaflets. My life isn't nearly as exciting. I read and write poems, drink tea, form silly crushes on dead writers (Ovid, Pasternak), wander the streets of London and am currently ploughing through my last year of school. Next year I'll hopefully be at uni - somewhere, somehow - studying Classics.
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I don't know why you're surprised about 'Crash' winning- it blew my socks off! I'm sorry to hear about the osteochondrosis, but maybe having a formal diagnosis will help; it might feel less like a collection of mystery symptoms from now on, if it ever did feel like that for you. Anyway, your good news is very good indeed, and may I just reiterate that I loved that poem from beginning to end? :D
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