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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.

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Me and dew

School days as the evenings shrink
And birds descend on hedgerow fare,
Feathers push the temperate air
And I step out the door to think
Of rhythms natural and perverse
That rule my morning, noon and night
If what I do is wrong or right
My life a blessing or a curse.
This tendency to think at length
But rarely turn 'think' into 'do'
The opposite, I guess, of you
Our differences become our strength.
As I walk, the dew that gathers
On the grass soaks to my skin,
Pushes me to head back in
Where this worry never matters.
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