Now in this distant winter landscapethose various positionscome back to mesmooth like the treesand the angelsmusic in the sky:break-dancing and singinghallelujahone way or another how could you have rejected himthe great and the goodseeing nothingmist risinguntil the laughter became too…
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Today I played my guitar until my fingers bled. It only took a few minutes, but it made me feel like an old bluesman, which I suppose is what I am – or a grumpy old man, to put it…
…that I did not attend any parties in or around Downing Street, wherever that is, during anything that might be described as a lockdown. Nor did I attend anything that looked as though it might be a party, even if…
Branches of long-suffering oakspiral down, nudging damp winter earthlike streamers frozen in the twilightof some forgotten party, and the year edges towards its endshedding a few last-minute misty tears, not noticingthat no-one is interested. Even you, who return as always – cries of…
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