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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.

Friday, 18 April 2025

The bear

Among the angels carrying their tune
With bagpipes, clarion and bassoon, 
Beneath their wings and cherubic curls
That welcome gods into this world
There is a tree on a mountain top
An oak that grows from solid rock
Its bark is deeply lined with age
Each lobed leaf a storied page
Beneath its boughs there stands a bear
It hides, the angels unaware
That in its eyes the heavenly host
Would be quite tasty served on toast
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