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Monday 28th September 2009.

Most unusual for me to scribble on two consecutive days..have the wasps finally stung my buttocks,have the wild winds junked my throat, am i gasping for breath have ferrets ran amok or am i simply sat here fresh showered thinking i have survived yet another opening to another working week,and as the day is dying am i sat quite content for some reason and not chasing the taming of the shrew who's antics have scurried amongst the dying hedgerows as Autumn begins to bite.
Today i saw my first Chainsaw drones of this autumn season cutting down a hundred year old tree in mere hours not a stick left to even play Poo..sticks on on some forgotten bridge... who's standing stones  bake in the crossing, the forlorn hope dreams, i glimpse in every puddle pond i pass looking for the least expected tales under unknown stones,a treasure worth hunting for the wearing of such purple helmets can only beat the bishop to a standstill if caught with out the sunshine glasses i expect for this time of year...

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hartsong1972
Sep. 29th, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
Come to the northwoods, lots of trees and poo sticks around. So happy to see you blogging again! I've missed you bunches as you already know. xoxo
hughknox
Sep. 29th, 2009 03:53 pm (UTC)
i am always amazed just to wake up yet one more morning. i regret deeply that i will never see england. should have made it when i was jaunting about the world. i hope you are well and hanging in there my friend. and by the way...how about a few piccy's for the deprived old satyr.

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