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Kidcobbler Rides Again
Friday, 16 September 2022
CROSSING SIGNS
There once was a 'School Crossing' sign:
Where whole schools would cross neatly in line.
It was meant for small children,
But this was whole buildings,
Running away at home time!
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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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