Are you homeless snails?
Why do you cling to the inside of my back door?
What original sin has cast you out of the garden?
How do you get in?
Have you tiny keys?
Are you thinking of shelling out?
Making my house your home?
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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