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Tuesday, 22 December 2009

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Here is another in the series of poems that I wrote whilst either standing at a bus stop, or engaged in a toilet activity.

A relatively short poem, this. Despite it's brevity, I think it describes everything that happened in a concise and informative way. And, although it lacks any symbolism or imagery, its sparseness indicates the loss to which I was at to explain the incident fully, and is remarkably reminiscent of the quirky style to which Mr Coleridge reverted shortly after his death.

I think.

I hope you like it.

I broke my hand
I did
But I don't know how
I did
It


Woods 2009

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