Could it be Christmas already? Or your birthday, perhaps? What's that? No it's nothing to do with your recent success with the alcoholic nymphomaniac at the office party or a pity gift because you're so adorably lonesome. Though you are.
For the foreseeable future (I give it a week) I'll be posting a poem a day for you to love, hate or be completely indifferent to.
The first one is inspired by a painting (above) by a rather marvelous and strange artist friend of mine, Daniel Young.
(click to ENLARGE)
Russell Jones
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