A man out of season walks by in a heavy coat. A petrol can rests on an old car roof. It's probably worth more than the car. The other side of my street resides in early morning sun. For now I'm housed in shadow, waiting in turn for my season in the sun. I could do with that coat.
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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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