Saturday smirks in the murk. It knows the rain is due. My gazebo flaps about as the wind tries to look up its skirt. My straggly lawn has welcomed dandelions and colourful weeds to cross its borders. I wonder if my lawn is 'woke'? I choose not to build a wall. Nature knows best.
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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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