end of another hard working day, ohh how I am scarred with deep penetrating sorrows of departing work in exchange for this luxurious bath of sun, in the tranquility of perfect solitude, in my own garden of bliss. Still it will have to do I suppose. Just me and the newts that have consequently crawled out of the steaming pond and lay stuck to firey concrete, with their little sticky lizzard tongues flapping to one side, preying the cat will hurry up and eat them alive, anything for a bit of respite. Well, time to pick up my ink and quill and get writing for the good of mankind before I roast to death having achieved little more than a poxy face book status update
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 11:50:12 +0000
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