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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Sunday, 17 July 2016

A two-cup morning

Birdsong and bad memories
Drift on the morning wind
Lifted away.
Nothing a hot cup of tea can't heal.
Cupped in bare hands like a baby bird,
Sipped in measured doses.

Branches bend and leaves turn their faces
As the dainty nodding of grass heads agree
It's not so bad, this life, this morning
And there's still time for a second cup of tea.
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