Private investigations

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   melissa laing permalink

   20/10/2010 8:53 pm

   Harriet the spy you – don’t let your friends get their hands on your notebooks

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     Sarah Laing permalink

     21/10/2010 7:46 am

     Melissa, we must have read the same books as children…

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   Paula Green permalink

   21/10/2010 7:44 am

   I agree. This is an extraordinary poem that shows the way poetry can stretch out like an elastic band and ping us … a poem, a little startle. Now and then.

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   Old Scrumpy permalink

   21/10/2010 8:43 pm

   James Brown DOES come from Palmerston North

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     Sarah Laing permalink

     21/10/2010 8:56 pm

     Haha, yes, I know. So do I. I remember hearing him talk on the radio about how his poems were often fictional.

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