My tired, straggly back garden lawn could be a philosophy lecturer's beard. Those sinful Winter weeds on the garden path; penitent, patient, waiting for Spring's approval. My felled holly tree mocks my efforts. Tiny, prickly shoots stem from a stump,shivering in fragile defiance.
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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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