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Friday 1 June 2012: A Bridge Too Far

Surely this can't be Golden Gate Bridge
even though we appear to be bathed
in a golden light.

Tonight, travelling back, I feel light
-headed and, having braved
the consequences of venturing out,

all I long for is my own fridge
and the can of cold beer that's in it.
Boring, no doubt, but I'm a home bird.

If you send me a travel brochure I'll bin it.
That's the way it is and you should know
I will not go. Not even to San Francisco.


Home is where the cat is

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