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Ten clucking strutting hens
Nine trees felled that are pine
Eight believers looking for the light
Seven ships heading up the river Severn
Six internet sites that need a fix
Five abandoned bee hives
Four vultures that sore
Three lumberjacks around the giant tree
Two empty chairs but for who
One game yet to be Won
We arrive at the car park
The skies are grey
the clouds are dark,
But we go in to the fray
The path is winding
The lake is restless
The weather is changing
A view into the hills is wasteless
But on they go
Though the weather is foul
The wind sends the hell
Rain, sleet and snow
Blown towards them on the level
Yet on they go through the snow
A little drawing, and I like the way it came out
It had been a long night and his body ached. He had been battered and beaten. It felt like 20 people had done this to him but it had been one.
He looked out of the window of the car.
They were passing over the bridge now.
It had been a good plan, but it was stopped the charges were in place but the wiring to the detonator was faulty.
He tried to wipe the tiredness from his eyes but being chained up restricted his movements. With effort he contoured his body to enable him to wipe his eyes. As he opened them he saw the gates as the car passed through the opened gates.
He was home, he smiled Arkham I have missed you.