Monday, 3 August 2009


A poignant moment watching it crash onto unwanted metal jumbled in a skip, at the tip, this favoured possession red and white upside down, discarded without his consent. THEN, the local kids on bikes thought it cool that it could pedal backwards. He tipped into a bed of nettles and didn't cry. He loved the bow wave through every puddle, but he never learned the brakes. NOW, he's grown up and it's forgotten, but not by me.

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