At the corner shop the abandoned mattress is joined by a pile of clothes. I've seen stranger sights in my ordinary town. I once mistook a sleeping human being in a doorway for discarded rags. I had to stop to check, then walked by like everyone else. Maybe that guilt's returned?
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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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