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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.

Thursday, 3 November 2016

The break

A shout up the stairs and down I come
Amid the dust and debris lies
The curtain pole with drapes attached
And one poor boy, dark hair dusted white
Looking at me with apologetic eyes
Plaster drops from the wall to the floor
And I don't know what to say.

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