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Apr 2016
I woke up early on Christmas Day
but everybody else just slept in.
I'm not the religious type so I don't pray,
instead, to make my breakfast, find my toast is mouldy, and throw it in the bin.
What a great way to start this merry day.
A sandwich: The truth sandwiched between two lies.

Well, in actuality, I had ran out of milk for my cereal. So, no mouldy toast for breakfast — there wasn't even any bread left.
Dracol Noir
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Dracol Noir  in another realm.
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