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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.

Friday, 1 July 2016

The Old Shoe

The old shoe sits
And drifts in the wind.
Hanging from the telephone wire
Catching conversations
With every vibration of its double-knotted Adidas lace.
Who threw it there and why,
I'll never know.
Was it a prank or a cruel trick?
The wind tells no tales,
And the tongue of the shoe
Is silent.
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