
Angela (and other poems)
Just to show off, or win an argument, or just out of spite, Angela would die in meetings. It became a joke in the staff room – did you know who did you know what, again? I would be embarrassed. I could die better than she can. But she was ingenious. And she had done her homework.
The never-ending quest…
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