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sumit ( afoot ) by ye oldey one scoreth lineth readeth ( & aye cry all of us )

…

autumn has locked itself

in a cupboard

then eaten

the only

existing key



mum's gone to iceland

& morning's in

purgatory

summer's in prison

so it's just me



telly is well shat

bingo & biscuits

( i )

wish it could be whitsun

every day



other than easters

or nuclear

tuesdays

some snails are hairy

suspension bridges sway

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