The deep elephantine drone of the
slowest dental drill
sent vibrations through
my
childish body.
Sweat, fear, clenched fists and eyes screwed tightly shut.
Now I am a man
I
have the same feelings
when the deep elephantine drone of the
slowest dental drill
again sends its vibrations through-
me.
I've no idea how this blog will develop, suffice to say I expect it to evolve during the next three years; during this time I shall be attending a British university and fulfilling the role of a mature student. +++++++++If you'd like to email you can at+++ mature.student@yahoo.co.uk
Sunday, 25 October 2009
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