Poetic Obituaries: [Reg Windett] had always been a lover

of words and books, and the greatest pride of his old age was in the thriving poetry group he formed in 1996.

He was a prolific poet. His verses might not have always scanned perfectly but they were full of quirky humour and imaginative observation. Some were just fun--like his last, provoked by finding a marmalade jar on Mount Ararat--but others had a serious point, adroitly made.

from The Guardian: Reg Windett obituary

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