Ever wondered what I’d say if I could speak? For starters I’d ask for that scoop of chocolate ice cream that just ran under my nose, it can get pretty hot up here. And then on those cold winter days, that harsh November breeze, when that guy who wears overalls and drives a big van forgets to change my fused bulb, I yearn for those warm pullovers in vibrant colours that walk so enticingly past me. And the rain, I love the rain. Little droplets of joy, washing away any traces of dust that stick around just to plague me. Dust makes me sneeze. People call it ‘flickering’, apparently. They say “Oh look, it’s flickering”. But I’m sneezing, I’m sneezing!
(On a lamp post)
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