bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Tuesday 13th January 2015.

 The Christmas bunting tonight has been hidden in dark depths, as to such times they ring once more to be let free to breath and cackle within the brick work of this humble abode...the weather has been cruel, the sun shone but you could break it in half, the snap trap has hung on every gate..each traffic light on the highway turned to red..snow drops are there in the hedgerows, already to pounce the brightest of white, once a passing sign that winter was on recess..however i am not so sure...May is the magic month when running naked through the woods is time to scream i am alive, mean while i pull up my collar free foot through the urban sprawl and mark off the calender another winters day is almost over....Winnie The Poo has replaced his tin helmet and looks in the distance for a glimpse of the Last Samuria...before with all his might launching the final Poo stick of the day....into the flowing brook of life....So Goeth...

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