Friday, February 20

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing. Some might think it's a constant state for me. Even stranger for me is I'm trying to work out me and a dress. A dress. The cobwebs also now are duly dusted and if the 3 mile cycle wasnt enough a bracing game of crazy golf with awesome Ruth was fun followed by a walk on the beach and a dip in the sea was just what I needed, I also nearly got ran over by a friend. am on physio again the excersises are painful but I will bear them to get better.

And you where supportive
And you where there
You where never angry
Just a few miles away maybe
And I know your never mine
But the poems where just on lines
And although its only through a mirror we say this

But its only by the time

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