I feel knackered now. I should go back to bed but I've got an Open University essay due in four days from now (I don't have a cat in Hell's chance) so this is very likely to be my last writing day in five.
Here are the day's poetry prompts
1 "All the boys are howling to take the girls to bed"
2 Think of yourself, under 14, looking at grown-ups and maybe thinking "what the fuck? I'LL never be like that."
3 Is there a specific day when we no longer now what songs are in?
4 Describe a pub/bar "physical nature", but this is not about the scenery
5 Write a Lie
Sunday, 25 March 2007
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