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When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
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Drops: an exchange between poets
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An Open Letter to Thomas Friedman
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Still more poems in my sms inbox
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Hickory Dickory Dock in the G20 era
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More poetry received on my mobile phone
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Breakfast - A translation of Jacques Prévert
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CST Station at 7:45 PM on Sunday 21 December, 2008
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Received in my mail: an Iyer's lament
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