I've been hearing from US friends about the very hot summer. (I can't even remember what those last three words mean.)
After several months of torrential, incessant, depressing rain in the UK - Hey! We get to write a poem about... water. Lovely 
Jayne
COMPETITION NO 154
In whisky, in the washing-machine, in your wellingtons, in the sea under a hot sun, dripping through the roof – water seems very different at different times.
So a poem, please, called Dry and Wet on one aspect of water. Maximum 16 lines.
Entries to ‘Competition 154’ by post (The Oldie, 65 Newman Street, London W1T 3EG), email (comps@theoldie.co.uk) or fax (020 7436 8804) by 27th July. Don’t forget to include your postal address.
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The date is a mistake in the magazine: Note the change of deadline to 24th August!
Jayne
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