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Early sofa snooze
tired head bobbing up and down
wake with a sore neck.
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by Scooj
Tag: poem
Glide path
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Within clear vision
comes the spirit of Christmas
ready to unwind
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by Scooj
How
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How does it happen?
blue skies above and fine rain
weather miracles
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by Scooj
Have I forgotten something?
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That nagging feeling
stealing my focus away
something is missing
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by Scooj
Getting dressed
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Naked conifer
torn from its nursery home
humiliated
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by Scooj
- We decorated our Christmas tree today. This may be our last real tree. Each year it gets more difficult to justify. However, the demand for trees at the very least promotes the growing of trees (until they are cut down) and a small amount of carbon sequestration.
Spielberg effect
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Over the rooftops
the eighties reimagined
now ET, go home
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by Scooj
In search of Banksy
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Head for Totterdown
the steepest possible streets
there behind Perspex
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by Scooj
Banksy must be back in Bristol for Christmas, and he has sprayed a new piece in Totterdown, a part of Bristol I rarely visit. It was only painted two days ago, but already it has a protective layer of Perspex covering it. Pity really, but his works often get tagged and vandalised within hours.
Daylight robbery
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A walk in the dark
is not a substitute for
a walk in the park
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by Scooj
Relentless
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A constant onslaught
of Christmas advertising
consumerism
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by Scooj
Under my belt
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And so it begins
first Christmas card is written
gaining momentum
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 