A single green bottle of beer; alone, forlorn on a wall, has reached the end of its song. A sofa lounges in front of a house. A pigeon picks at something in the road as if the Green Cross Code means little. A man waves. At me? I'm far too British to wave back. So I nod. Slightly.
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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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