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4th March 2009
Filed under Poetry, Senryu | Comment (0)birds rise early
to micro blog the morning –
new dawn for old
Living 1.0
23rd September 2007
My ride’s not a shiny racing car
nor the best 4 by 4 by far,
worse than a rusty pile of shite,
I prefer to ride my old man’s bike.
My phone won’t play a jingly tune,
nor tell me if we’ll get there soon,
unable to quickly photograph my navel,
I use a cube where no-one’s cut the cable.