Morning has broken
What shall we do?
I'll fetch the tea
You fetch the glue
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- THE TINIEST ALCOHOLIC
- SO I'LL MEET YOU AT THE CEMETERY GATES
- GYMNASTY
- TEA - A SIMPLE GUIDE
- CHANGING MOONS
- GOING FOR GOLD
- A MEMORY OF GLASS
- ENCORE
- THE ICE QUEEN
- TEA FOR TWO AND GLUE
- SIPPING FOR TREASURE
- COMPOSED UPON MOBILE PHONE
- HOPE SPRINGS
- ROMAN HISTORY LESSON - GENERALS
- EDIT
- HOPE AFTER THE RAIN
- GOODBYE TRUMP
- GROUNDHOG DAY
- MONDAY AGAIN (written on a Tuesday)
- SHINE ON
- SLAPSTICK WEATHER
- BRITISH PROBLEMS
- PLATFORM SHOES
- HOME OFFICE
- THE BOX DEFLATOR
- BACK TO BACKPACK
- BRANCHING OUT - A WARNING
- FROZEN
- STARTLING
- EARS TO HAT
- FAKE NEWS
- NO SEX PLEASE WE'RE CHICKENS
- ROLLING
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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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