Morning's performing. Birdsong scats around rhythms of a distant, passing train. A red-faced man fails to silently clink wine bottles into a bin. A car's heavy metal gears grind in accompaniment with my teeth. Birdsong scats around the clinks of the man with the clink problem.
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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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