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- THE NAKED TREE AND THE EVERGREEN
- IN A DAYS
- ONE TRACK MIND
- HAIR-RAISING SLEEP
- FALLING APART
- TIRED OF GOING ON AND ON AND ON ?
- FIRST CUP OF TEA
- FIRST CUP OF TEA
- THE SUBJECTIVITY OF ART
- AROUND THE SUN
- THE OVERNIGHT BATTLE FOR THE DUVET
- WAKING UP DEAD ON SIX
- TIME TRICKS
- SOME TUNES AND A DIP
- FIRST CUP OF TEA
- FIRST CUP OF TEA
- MONDAY'S APOLOGY
- USING SILENCE
- ALL BECAUSE...
- EVERY LITTLE HELPS
- FIRST CUP OF TEA
- AWAKENING - a haiku
- PUPPY POWER
- METEOROLOGICAL EXACTITUDE
- NOTHING
- LURING
- WAXING 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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