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He nods to one side
Gives in to a few minutes
Maybe half an hour’s worth of tiredness.
In his bungalow
Time is stood still
Mid afternoon melts in through the curtains
Through the half open window.
Outside impatient young mums
Scold their primary school children for wanting to go on the swings
When they just want to get back home
And plant them in front of the tv
Wh...
Sunday 22nd May 2016 9:31 pm
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