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Sep 2021
it's that time of night,
when there is almost a complete silence,
other than the screeches of foxes,
or the occasional cat fight,
and the clanking whirring of my ancient laptop,
which was forged at the beginning of time,
surprised
it hasn't got a starting handle
to crank it up,
it's original owner was a vicar
(which i mentioned before, and joked
that the 3 most worn letters were DOG!)
! think i may need a cranking handle for myself one day
(not a euphemism,
nor a euphonium
come to that,
although an euphemism
could ultimately lead to euphoria,
whereas an euphonium
will only produce wind!)
methinks time for sleep....
dreet sweams 💕🦄🙂🦋

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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