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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.

Monday, 28 November 2016

Chilly tonight

The frost is hard on hoary ground
As salt is thrown and boots crunch grass.
There's nothing in these whitened morns
To warm the heart as seasons pass.

Ears and fingers burn alike
With cold worse than any fire,
As head plunged into the wind I stride
In a wardrobe full of wool attire.

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