bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
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bichoose

Thursday 10th February 2011.

 There are perhaps two more sips of Chardonnay in the glass, the clocks ticks its way throwing a shadow over quarter past ten in the dark of the evening, i can say that i have rated the day with a gold star,my thoughts have jumbled along pushed here spurting seed there,as winter wanes its bridle hold over the urban sprawl i play amongst each day.....i say play or if regimented the mind would indeed close down.
As spring ripens, i feel the need to climb out of the county of Cheshire if only for a few hours to roar down the motorway to the grey waving sea shore to breath in the unknown,to find my old friend King Canute.
There is a Saturday coming up i twist my fingers hoping overtime will not spill my dreams of getting away from this cult of red bricks dressed in a kimono so strong the dress not even the finest Japanese girl could hood wink away the vision from brick upon brick. Whilst i luv the City i also detest it,the grim and squalour  is needless but that is my point of view as i stand throwing Poo sticks to the wind feeding the babbling brook which roams so strong through these old bones.
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