My weather app says,
"It's 3 degrees and it feels like 3 degrees."
Oh, Summer, when will I see you again,
My woman in love, overseas.
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- NEVERENDING PIECE, MAN
- MIND THE GAP
- THE BEACH
- POP-UP WEATHER APP
- NOT GOING OUT
- STAIR LIFT
- STREAMING DREAMING
- DENIER OF HOSIERY
- LANE DEPARTURE
- PATRILINEAL
- SOLITARY CUTLERY
- BEWARE OF CHILDREN
- BECAUSE IT'S THERE
- RAILINGS
- THE INBETWEEN
- 4 eva
- LIGHT AND SHADE
- TIMESCALES
- FRIDAY 13TH. PART ONE
- TWITCH
- STIRS AND CREAKS
- NATURE IN LOCKDOWN
- THE GREAT RUBBER BAND BALL 1979-1982
- OH, BYE DON!
- TOOLS
- STRANGE MORNING
- FIRST COFFEE - A LEGAL ARGUMENT
- COFFEE UP
- TRUMP'S FAMILY RECIPE
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- RAINDROP MEMORY
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- POPPING OUT FOR THE BINS
- ONE SCHOOL OF THOUGHT
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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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