My glasses
Lost, again,
Sit smugly
On my head.
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- KEEP TO THE BEAT
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- LIVING IN THE 1950's
- TEA AND JOHN CRAVEN
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- THE ECHO OF A BLACKBIRD
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- HARE TODAY...
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- MANGLED
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- WHAT A TO-DO!
- BLOOM
- ONCE A SMOKER...
- AN URBAN FOX HAIKU
- TIME TO CLEAN
- BRILLIANT FRAGILITY
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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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