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Friday, 26 July 2013
BEFORE SLEEP
stretched out with the late sun just sunk and the birds still busy telling each other about it limbs electric-alive with unreasonable exertion and draining adrenalin sleep is a long way away right now cat between the curtains is silent looking out into the blue dark and it crosses my wandering mind that -
i MUST be the Bestest i MUST be the Mostest and i MUST ride the Highest Mountains in Top Gear i ask my mind who the hell it thinks it is but let it play and tease me anyway
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