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Nope. Nothing.
May 2, 2023
74. 1st September 2021
I can’t think of anything to write today.
It’s funny. My brain is perfectly OK.
My tum’s ok, my heart’s ok.
It’s just nothing’s popping up today…
Like a rainbow submarine from the Beatles,
Surfacing like a whale, spouting water,
Making wonderful musical groans,
And handing over a poem in half an hour.
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Nope. Nothing. How strange.
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I drank some awful coffee in London. Help!
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