I like dialect words, words that you hear when you are eavesdropping in a market place or tea shop or sitting on a country bus.  In one of my poems I use the word ‘smeuse’ to describe the gap at the bottom of a hedge where animals can pass through.  It makes me think of mice or hedgehogs squeezing through between the trunks of the hawthorn or rosa bushes.

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