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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, 19 April 2025

Still, to come

The ancient and the futurist
Meet to talk over tea and mist
One squat and round as a boxer's fist
One taller and thinner than should exist
One refuses a biscuit though the other insists
They meet to write their lengthy lists
Of which things pass and which persist
Which theories fruit from scientists
Which are born easy and which resist
They argue over details missed
And lift their drinks with weary wrists
Every day they meet like this
The ancient and the futurist
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