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Kidcobbler Rides Again
Monday, 8 February 2021
A WRITER'S LOT
Edit, edit, redraft
Edit, edit, write
Writers all, we're all daft
In efforts to be right.
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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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