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Stone Man

This morning I couldn’t get up I didn’t want to get up I didn’t get up in bed here I lay with the usual bloggy stuff to say, poetry etc. Window world a world apart, window world and widowed bed. I will not leave my bed alone. I will be here for it until I turn to stone. One day soon mineral will advance over me.

One day soon I will be time’s cartoon, flat as the handle of a spoon. Have I gone on too long? Ring the gong.