The faulty street light blinks. Maybe it's trying to contact aliens.
Depression, like a thick black cloak; it enshrouds me with impunity
January. Open fridge door to be reminded of Christmas's past
Look! Look again! The garden's full of birds! Don't miss what's under your nose
What a lovely bridge for two old pals to have a game of poo sticks from
Many many miles ahead with only the 'sat nav' for conversation
