Our council's introduced a prose-pipe ban. I'm watering each line by watering can. It's working to a point but things ain't fine. Me glottal stops are with'rin' on the vine. They say that poetry's the next affected. So hidden in these lines I hope protects it.
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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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