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Oh so many travels today. Without a scribble. A forge in it all, fingers pressed both ways... yellow. A recollection of rough hands and deep wrinkles celebrating the end of a long day. We cheered together.

Morning cold coldness and a piggy back crave. Train terminated and a cold tear. Brisk force and a nearly busted button-shallow breaths. A soft-faced woman, two smiles and eye squints. Breakfast shared. Satisfied, I sat with an abundance of color...but oh so heavy. Crawling and sprawling with claws I clicked on through.

Later-Long waits for cab, even colder. Van packed, Controller 04. In a shiny tunnel with eyes open I traveled inside of a serpent. Moist grout. Private voyage. Not curved for horse and carriage like one once told me. Chlorine nostrils and talks of a winky wonky donkey. Both fatherly tales. Not mine.

Arrival and freeze for hours. Containers of the uncontained- and a group wait for return. Laughs and side walks. A giddyup. Frozen tail bones and the return of celery stick shins. Made up song.

With tar feet of confusion we dispersed. Finally. Here there, bus, no DLR, no bus, no DLR. Split and spit patterned pavement. We dodge...laugh...puke piles and a giant glOb of gOO. Deptford Bridge.

Jokingly misled and happily negative-parted with a flip... he ventured on to rob that Bank and beyond. The after midnight race game. Ahh...Westferry at last.

Eyes drooping, I go.