I saw a muscle-man in a bright-red track suit
Sporting a tattooed face
Struggling to park his troublesome trolley.
For once he hated the attention.
I saw an elegant old lady in a fine hat and fur coat
Nestling a four-pack of Guinness
Forging her way to her favourite till.
Glorying in the attention.
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- Kidcobbler
- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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