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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, 2 November 2016

Harry had a headache

Harry had a headache
He had a heavy heart
He didn't know how things would end
Or even how they'd start.

There was a tingle in his fingers
And numbness in his toes
He rubbed his itchy eyes too hard
And bruised his snivelly nose.

He went to see the doctor
Who hailed him as a friend
"Is there something really wrong today,
Or shall we just pretend?"

Harry showed the doc his toenail
And the soreness on his knee
He told the doc he was in shock
But the doctor didn't agree.

"My prescription for you, Harry,
Is to go and drink some soup,
Then to make things right on Thursday night
Attend this support group."

He handed Harry a little card
Which gave him a paper cut
At the sight of blood his head went thud
Like he'd been punched in the gut.

He fell like a sack of spuds,
Banged his head on the doctor's table
And though he strived to save his life
The doctor wasn't able.
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