Christmas Day; now the Ghost of Christmas Past. We're into the familiar territory of unfamiliar days. It's Monday, if anyone's counting. It's acceptable to go cold turkey for breakfast, even chocolate orange and beef for lunch. Tin foil's king of the fridge. Leftovers and out.
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- A BIT OF A STRETCH
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- STORM SWAPS
- A REAL MILD CHILD
- FUZZY DAYS
- DECKED MY HALLS
- THE POET'S TRAIL
- 1 DAY LEFT
- NOT SUITABLE FOR TURKEYS
- DROPPED STITCH
- BIN DAY REVOLUTION
- BLING DONG MERRILY ON HIGH
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- FIGHTING THE FOG
- BELIEF IN A BUTTER LIFE
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- HERE BE DRAGONS
- A BRAND NEW PEACE
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- SWINGS WERE AN OPTION!?
- THE MARVELOUS MECHANICAL SELF-WRITING POETRY MACHINE
- HOW FASCISM ARRIVES
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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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