Summary
Creeping across the landing that morning I trod on a glossy magazine and did the sort of excruciating splits that can leave a bloke with a piping treble voice.
Spitting a four-letter word I made it to the bathroom and had a gentle, quiet shower. While I was using the towel I could hear the blackbirds singing in some of the neighbourhood gardens.See the full content of this document
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Morning has Broken
Near the open top window I stood at the sink. And during pauses in the blackbird chorale I caught the faint shrilling of the high- flying swifts,...
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