After breakfast I thought
I will ride astride
A time machine caught
This side of the spot
Where all nice things are
Like in a bazaar
I can choose what I like
Discarding the spikes
That are likely to nail
Or even impale.
Great fun riding, deciding
To choose gliding and sliding
Into that time I inhale
Fresh thoughts and ideas
My own panacea.
By Caroline Whalley
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