Well to start, my name is Daniel Edward Jones and to anyone reading this, this is an autobiography. I dunno where I came from besides from my mother's womb and I don't know where I live currently.

I do not know how long it has been since my escape, but they watch me very closely. The trees pass by on either side of the vehicle while I stare at the center of the road. My home has trees.

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Sitting at the Pavilion cafe' to feel grand a slice of lemon drizzle cake and a cuppa tea in my hand The tree's are swaying in between the cracks of a blue chink sky

This is a joke that we would all like to play from time to time.

(‘he’ could be ‘she’) One had had a busy life that satisfied, laboured, service useful, with no pride; patient now, enduring illness, weak’ning frame,

A song for a change - Deep Cries Unto Deep

Having flickered on the edge of death for over two weeks, Abraham Jones opens his steely-grey eyes to the world of the living.