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thoughts of my true love (  a  p o e m  )

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in the afternoon's lull

well i ( sigh ) thought of thee

when a wasp stung me arse

beside a hawthorn tree


next a pigeon shat on

on me sitting duck head

but i cursed not said bird

dreams of you dear instead


then the cockroaches came

nasty ones - called me names

oh but that's why they're cocks

so i played not their game


as a big bastard rat

scurried in its rat hole

oh my true love you work

you work in pest control

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