Taking tiny sips
Hoping for a bonsai tea
Up popped a haiku.
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- THE UNDERSTUDY
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- DEVELOPING MORNING
- ITCHY FEET
- GAMBLE
- BRIEF RHYTHMS
- WRIT LARGE
- TALES FROM THE BONSAI TEA
- EXHALE
- STANDING ON SHIFTING SAND
- QUEUING CLOUDS
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- THE STUBBORN GRASS
- PASSING TIME - AN APOLOGY
- WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHY
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- RAIN OVER US
- AT THE NEXT STOP...
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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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