The morning sun creeps
Through your window
Like a friendly burglar
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21 July 2011
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18 July 2011
Mr Soft
I recently discovered that the hill outside my house had a sufficient incline to propel me to quite some speed, enough momentum in fact to crush small children. This is the only pleasure left to me in my old age, confined as I am to the wheelchair. There’s always some nice police officer who will help a distraught old man home, but not before I have collected my victims tears in a phial which I can drink later at my leisure, mmm - delicious.
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16 July 2011
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