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Kidcobbler Rides Again
Saturday, 27 June 2020
WHITE LINES
The markings on roads
are repainted
as we tear along
white, dotted lines
It's often a blur
this road that's more travelled
We're fixed straight ahead
to the end
Stop!
Look!
Listen!
White lines wear away
whatever our route
Memory cannot be
repainted.
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About Me
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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