Too fast is May, its wings

Too fast the month for me, a week of it I was UNWELL and nought was done but meditate on pain and immobility.

The rain it bored and bored but subjects were glad no hospipe ban would appear, that some politician may forward its absence up their rear.

No it’s only the eleventh and the dun is out looking like a smiley emoticon.

This is a post without a picture, a ramble to let off blogs of steam. Thanks for reading while England’s eleven hours away from approximate dreaming.


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