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Wrastling With Essential Bias

Updated: Jul 10, 2023

It's old hat

like dangling participles.

Must of been in a Fowler mood.

I was waiting

at that cafe with the thick carpets.

Impractical always.

Muddy sand amid a sea of brooms,

candles and ethnic smoke.

When I was a lad

we often travelled

by motorless caravan.

Grandfather kept a horse on the meadow,

rotated his rubber tires.

It was only a few miles to the coast,

conversing in a language I knew.

by Colin James


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