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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.

Saturday, 27 August 2016

Bankers to broad beans

The retirees are on the allotments
As Monday morning comes again
Pushing earth as they would push pens
Out in sun and snow and rain.
The lion with his six-clawed rake
The tiger with her spade
Digging like she dug accounts
And money that she made.
Though the plot is beautifully tilled
And filled with every seed they know
I've never seen those gardeners
Eat a single thing they grow.

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