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"The Arrival of the Bee Box" I put my eye to the grid, It is dark, dark, With the swarmy feeling of African hands Minute and shrunk for export, Blank on black, angrily clambering. How can I let them out? It is the noise that appalls me most of all, The unintelligible syllables. It is like a Roman mob, Small, taken one by one, but my god, together! To Be Continued... |
Feeling Better Thursday Ok, the news. That which I couldn't unveil the other day, is now ready to be revealed. My LP is going to Darwin to work for 2months. I can't believe the opportunity that has been dropped in his lap. My mum is here looking after me. I feel like a little kid again. She's cleaning our bathroom and doing all our washing. Believe me when I say that we have a ROOM full of washing, it really smells quite bad and is piled up very high. As she said, it's a wonder we have anything to wear. This is a quick entry. I am finally ready to implement some of those changes I wrote about so many months ago. I am experiencing a renewed interest in the whole web page thinger, and I'm seizing it by the horns. So to speak. Back to work Monday. Ugh. Four days and counting down.
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They've made me an offer I'll make you some soup Your washing is sky high I'll just do a load or 2 |