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August 18, 2011
What inj'ries will I suffer in Bala this summer?
Contusions, consussions: let's open discussion.
A barbecue burn, is that what I'll earn?
A cut on the chopblock, a chunk of my thumb off,
Or knocked on the noggin, sucked down while we're sloggin'
Through swamps unpreceded, or maybe what's needed
For my mind to stay sane that out in the dark rain
I stumble again, goose my head on the drain
At two in the morning while Mary is snoring;
Then punished I'll be
I'll return to my tree
Happier I'll be
With deserved injuries
But not ruined.
Stay tuned.