The wind in our hair,
and blowing it everywhere,
in those curly gusts.
I’m writing from home, so I’m keeping it simple, so I’ll understand.
My coffee is hot, and I really fancy it, with a nice biscuit.
I’m seeing double, two of this and two of that, this this and that that.
A nice piece of work, finely crafted pile of junk, ‘a full black bin bag’.
