This was written in response to Radio 3's appeal to listeners for 3-line poems, to be read out on National Poetry Day in honour of the station's 70th anniversary. I sent it to them via Twitter. My poem wasn't read out, so far as I know, and the tweet has had a remarkably low number of. views. However, the tweet amounted to publication, so the poem is now ineligible for entry in most competitions; it earns its place in this blog. It's another recollection of my teenage mania for listening to foreign radio stations.
70 + 3
Learnt in my teens, the 1970s: short-wavers called good wishes 73s. At 70, 3, receive all mine of these.