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When I get home

From town

I like to put on some classical music

Vinyl, of course

Make myself a herbal tea

Snack on some seeds

Whilst completing a cryptic crossword

The Times, of course

I like to lie back

With a challenging

Yet inspirational

Piece of literature

Russian, of course

And as I drift off to sleep

In my Egyptian cotton pyjamas

I like to pretend

That the highlight of my day

Wasn’t the chips, cheese and gravy

I bought from Kev

That I can still feel

Waging an endless war

With the seeds

And tea

And denial.

guilty pleasures

◄ lost

stung ►

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John Bastard

Sun 23rd Aug 2015 02:24

never live
never die.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 18th Aug 2015 14:25

:D

Now what could possibly have inspired this little gem?!

Heh. I just said to Cynth, I never really 'got' classical until Finlandia, but I will admit to drinking mint tea every day. Seeds? Only good seeds are poppy seeds ;)

Very funny poem Stu, nice one :)

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 18th Aug 2015 11:47

This is terrific, so COOL, and funny, and true. My smile kept getting wider and wider until it was laughter of appreciation.

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